Posted by Ripper X on June 06, 2000 at 06:02:09:

I waited for her to come out of the Club for what seemed days. Three weeks of stalking, three weeks of watching her, sometimes I watched her from a distance, sometimes so close I brushed across her shoulder as I passed her. Her totally unaware that I was so close.

I would listen to her gloat, and smile about all of her stories and threats of what she would do to me if she ever met me. The whole time thinking Soon my fair Cruella, you will be given that opportunity, Soon we will both see exactly how strong you are against me.

Finally I seen her exit the Sam's Place and walk begin her short walk home, the only thing between it and Sam's this time was through me.

Like a Thief in the night I hid in the darkness, watching her strut down the sidewalk like a proud cat on the prowl, so confident, so alive, so darkly beautiful my mouth watered as I watched and waited until the right moment. My thumb nervously checking the sharpness of my Ivory handled Razor.

She didn't know what was even happening as I wrapped one arm around her waist, she the blade to her throat, stopped her struggle and the lump in her throat stopped her scream before it had a chance to even be noticeable.

"Hello Cruella.." I whispered into her ear as I escaped away with her back into the cover of the shadows of the dark ally.

"Welcome to my world." I told her, pulling the razor so tight that one sudden movement the blade would slit her delicate throat, "Take of your pants."

Her hands let go of my arm and lowered to her pants pocket.

"Ah ah ah!" I warned her, cutting her neck a little bit, causing her to hiss with venom and her arm's raised to the air, "No tricks."

- RIP

Posted by Cruella on June 06, 2000 at 10:48:15:

"Who do you think you are?!!!" Cruella hissed, trying to hide her fear inside.
She was almost out of breath. She was furious, how could she let this happen. She was always so careful when she walked outside in the dark al by herself.
This night she had been a bit foggy. Maybe she had one cocktail too much to drink at Sam's Bar.
Early that night she had bumped into a dark handsome stranger, she didn't paid too much attention to it.
She was on her way to Sam's bar, discussing with Cheryl what she wanted to do with Rip.
That guy was getting on her nerves but she was too proud to admit. She would learn him a lesson.

Cheryl and Crue ordered drinks and sat down at a table.
It was nice at Sam's place. Cheryl was in a good mood, she looked great. Crue gave her the compliments she deserved. As a present for Cheryl Crue had given her a black leather dress, very low cut from the back so you could see the beginning of her beautiful arse. The front was closed high.

"Thank you, sweetie", Cheryl said.
"You deserve it, baby", Crue answered and smiled.
The two dames talked and talked and finally Crue had enough, it was time to go home. Her head was foggy

"Next time, remember I take more water and less alcohol, Sam", she shouted while she walked outside.
She looked around, thinking if she wanted to take somebody home.

"No, not tonight, maybe tomorrow", she thought and left the place.

And look at her now, she was held by this man. Her mind work so hard it almost made her faint.
"No, I must not faint", she trembled. "I have to work my way out of his arms".

She tried to pull out a knife from her back pants pocket, but he stopped her.
"No tricks", he whispered in her ear.

Under normal circumstances she would have thought this whole event as exciting. A total stranger grabbing her from behind. But now, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Crue could feel his firm body against hers, he hold her real tight and his grip was strong. His voice sexy. Low pitched and sensual.

"Hmm, maybe if I try to be submissive to him, let him believe he really has me in his power", she thought.

Crue rubbed her well filled but against his croin.

"Wha… what are you doing?", he panted.
He had expect everything of Crue, but not this. He was surprised by her action.

"Well, now, since I don't have much choice, we might as well enjoy each others company", she said seductively.
"Put away the razor blade and kiss me full on my mouth" Crue rubbed her behind some more against his hardening dick. "We can have some fun".

Rip looked confused.

"No, No way, you bitch!! I know what you're up too. I don't fall for your tricks. Hah! No missy your arse is mine!", he shouted.

But he couldn't help thinking of this beautiful body of Crue's. She felt so good in his hands. A lot of meat, but with the right firmness to it. His grip loosened at bit.
Crue was so surprised by Rip, she couldn't think straight. The razor was pressing on her throat. She felt a little drop of blood warm and thick running down her cleavage. As soon as she felt Rip's grip wasn't as tight anymore, she managed to get one hand free.
"Take this", Crue shouted as she pinched Rip in his balls.
Rip gasped for air. "Aaarrggghhhhhhhh, YOU BITCH!", he yelled. "YOU FUCKING BITCH".
In his confusion Crue got lose and decided to run. She had to think. She run and run into the dark alley. She looked around and didn't see him coming after her. She relaxed a bit.
"Shit", she took another look, nobody there. She was panting. "That son of a bitch! I have to catch my breath…. Where is Cheryl when you need her?", she asked in wonder as if she expected an answer.

A noise in the dark alley. Crue was still exhausted from running… "Oh, my god, it's him again!", unlike Crue, she panicked. She wanted to start running, but before she realized it, she was back into Rip's arm again…

"Ha ha ha.. you won't get rid of me that easily, precious ", he whispered in her ear. "Now where were we?".
Cruella looked up into his baby blue eyes and trembled.

Posted by Ripper X on June 07, 2000 at 08:12:45:

"Now were where we." I asked her, gazing into her eyes . . . Green eyes, exposing her devilishly crafty nature all too well.

Her eyes trembled with fear, yet still boasted her talents, the ultimate catch.

She had been the undoing of many a men, just within the three weeks, he watched her with three different men. One of them deserving the punishment that was her specialty, and two innocent young men who had no clue what she had planed for them once she had them trapped in her web.

He had watched her toy with them, listen to their pleas for mercy and just laugh hurting them more.
Watching them cry, reveling in each agonizing scream as she slowly tore them apart, piece by piece until she was bored of them, and then she would leave the hollow husks of the slaughtered men behind, to slowly die in agony, alone.

She was tired, but not out of the game yet, this shall be a challenge. Predator vs. Predator.

Suddenly it dawned on me that we were both looking at each other in awe, and she was going for her back pocket again.

"I HAVE TO HAVE THIS ONE!" My primal senses roared, as I sunk my teeth into her throat.

I could feel her body scrambling to get away from me, but I instead of a scream I heard the beautiful musical note that only a sharp blade can make.

I clamped my teeth down harder, I could taste her blood teasing my tongue.

I heard the knife drop, then I pushed her away!

The Woman known as Cruella, stood before me and once again our eyes locked as she touched her neck and when she seen the blood on her hand from my bite marks, she seen the blood and looked at me with different eyes.

This time the terror in her eyes was real!

My own eyes widened in terror when I seen her stomp on the fallen blade sending it twirling gracefully up to her hand.

- RIP

Posted by Cruella on June 08, 2000 at 23:46:35:

Cruella was furious. Her breasts went up and down heavily by every breath she took.
"You'rrrrrre mine", she puffed.
"I've had it with you… you're gonna be sorry you messed with me, dear", Cruella hold the blade in her hand and made a swing towards Rip. He hardly could avoid her stabbing. She touched him a bit, ripping his clothes.
Crue realized how strong Rip was. He had surprised her twice, and that bothered her. She felt the adreline running through her veins. Somehow this man was able to arouse her and annoy her at the same time.

"CHERYLLLL", Crue cried into the night. "Where are you, I could use your help!!".
Crue was hoping her friend left Sam's place earlier then she intent to so they would meet eventually.

"Ha, like she's the one who's gonna safe ya!. You're a fool if you think that will happen!", Rip laughed.

Crue's eyes were cold, as ice. She pulled up her upper lip and roared. She sniffed the air and bursted out into a hysterical laughter.

"Yes, yeszzzzzz. I am a fool! Only fools walk alone late at night". Her voice was dark, hard and sharp.

Suddenly a loud scream filled the air. It was Rip. He grabbed to his throat. Crue's eyes twinkeled in the dark. She watch Rip falling on his knees. Around his neck a thin line cord was visible. He gasped for air. A knee on his back. One hand placed a cuff on his wrist, quickly his other wrist followed.

"Hiya girlfriend, I sensed you needed some help".
It was Cheryl. An angel in need.
"Am I glad to see you", Crue sounded relieved. She knew she wasn't quit able to master him.
"I suppose you can handle it from here", Cheryl asked.
"Yes, I think so. But if you like you are welcome to watch", Crue laughed. Regaining her breath and strength again.
She made circles around Rip, who now was trembling.
"Hey, what yer up to", he wanted to know.
Crue walked behind him and kicked his behind.
"This is for surprising me", she said. She kicked him again. "This is just for fun." Again that evil laughter filled the air. Crue walked back, and stood in front of Rip. Cheryl smiled.
"You're still crazy after all these years, girlfriend".
"Yes I am… and I almost lost my most precious gift, my life",
Crue, still holding the knife, knelt down. Her hand went through Rip's hair. "You got long hair, my dear. It's too beautiful for you. You don't need it much longer", her hand grabbed his hair together, the knife approached his skin. With a venomous jar she cut his long curly hair.
"WHEEEEE", Crue cheered. "This I can use. I can tease you with it like a feather, hahahahahahhaaaa".
Rip didn't laugh. His anger began to rage.
"You little shit!", he yelled. "You bitch, I'll get you for this!".
"Now, now, dear. Don't get too excited, it's not good for you. Your heart! Be careful with your heart.".
Crue's hand followed the line of his head. Soar spots showed on his head. Traces of blood were visible. She let her finger dip into his blood and moved it towards her lips. She circled the blood around her lips.
"Look at me, don't I look pretty?", she asked Rip. "No don't answer that, you keep quiet now".
She leaned forward, her lips close to his head now. Her tongue moved slowly out of her mouth, it shined in the moonlight.
Rip felt her tongue making circles on his head. Slowly going towards his ear.
"Aren't you afraid Rip? You should, you know", she whispered. Roughly she pushed Rip to the ground, his face in the dirt.
She sliced his pants open with the blade. If was sharp enough to cut through his 501 Levi's like butter.
His underpants showed, not for long though. Another cut and there lied Rip, showing his bare butt to the moon.
"Cute butt", Cheryl said.
"Uhuh, I agree", Crue licked her lips. Still tasting Rip's blood. She closed her eyes for one moment, trying to make up her mind. The edge of the blade pressed on his balls.
Oh, how much did she wanted to cut from his arse to the beginning of his erect penis. Slowly but gently. At that moment when he had to come. His balls would be under pressure, trembling, getting harder and harder till his seed wants to find its way to his dick and explode. But right at that moment, she would slice into his meat, make a small incision. Then let the blade slide into him and remove his balls, one by one. "Will he ejaculate?", she wondered. His balls will be soft and juicy, just how her sweet little doggies liked them.
Crue laughed.
Rip tried to look behind him, although it was difficult lying on the ground like this.
"Crue, why are you laughing, you're scaring me to death with that laughter of yours!!!".
The laughter turned into a chilling sound.
Crue pulled Rip's ears. His head came higher from the ground.
She licked one of his ears and whispered:
"I was just thinking, how wonderful you will look on a table on a plate, with your dick and balls in your mouth like a pig on a feast table. Juicy blood red sauce covering your bare butt. Sticks coming out of your cheeks and a flower in your open arse….. all my guests will be so thrilled, I'm sure".
Rip stared after this remark.
Cheryl couldn't help smiling.

Posted by Cheryl on June 09, 2000 at 19:23:05:

'Easy, girl', she thought, as she looked on the scene
playing out before her. Imagining Rip with his dick
and balls in his mouth, trussed-up like a 'feasting' pig,
had triggered the all so familiar reactions
of blood rushing to her groin, heat flowing to all extremities,
nipples tingling-the white-heat syndrome- she called it.
The 'surge' she felt when first waking up to make a 'kill'.

She didn't quite understand this reaction to those two.
Her style was quite different from Crue's. She liked the
subtle approach. Emotional, psychological, 'torturings'
were definitely her specialty. This physical stuff was
too crude and obvious for her tastes. Lure them, ensnare them
have them expose all to her, then, when they loved her to,
distraction, when she had fucked them to the brink of insanity,
making them think she would do anything and everything for them,
she would turn 'on a dime' and - maim them with emotional ammo,
rip them to shreds, leave them to sink in a morass of
vulnerability, walking away without a backward glance,
knowing they would take her back in heartbeat, if
she but turned and looked their way.

She was *that* Good. And being that good meant power!
The more she fed like this, the more that power grew.
And she became the Master at this Feed.

But these two, especially him, brought up the
'white-heat' with proximity alone, and she didn't know
why.

Shaking her head slightly, as if to dislodge these musings
by the motion, she turned, and, smiled.

"Hey, girlfriend mind if I get my hands dirty and play with your catch
for a bit?"

'It was always prudent to be deferential
to Crue, especially when she had prey', she thought.

'Best gal-pal not withstanding, Crue could be extremely
territorial and extraordinarily vicious when crossed and
this babe, Cheryl, had a healthy respect for her friend.'

"Momma didn't raise no fool, and I ain't gonna put my
ass to Crue's fire", Cheryl chuckled to herself.

"Sure, sweetie, help yourself", Crue replied. "You don't
normally go for the direct approach".

"Knock yourself out."

Cheryl, bending down while raising her short skirt
higher, could smell the blood and fear emanating from Rip's pores.
To her surprise, the closer she came to actual contact,
the hotter and more fueled she became.

'Whew', she thought, touching the blood on his skin, thinking what it would
be like to lick it all up.

'Gotta analyze these reactions when I'm done here.
There's definitely something unusual going on with me.'

The desire to rub herself in his fluids was almost overpowering.
Fighting for control, she almost missed the familiar footsteps, the familiar scent.
The shock, when she did catch it, nearly made her pass out.

"Holy shit, she muttered softly under her breath.

"Please gods, tell me it's not THAT ONE. Oh, gods,
not that one."

It was a useless prayer, she *knew* who was there.
The fear that seized her was paralyzing. A gut-wrenching
nausea permeated her whole body.

"Just let me die now", she moaned.

She who had the POWER, wasn't ever afraid of anything
or anyone, not even Crue, became a watery, useless
pool of jello because THAT ONE came around the corner.....

Posted by Cruella on June 16, 2000 at 05:24:21:

What happened last time:
(written by Cheryl).

The desire to rub herself in his fluids was almost overpowering.
Fighting for control, she almost missed the familiar footsteps, the familiar scent.
The shock, when she did catch it, nearly made her pass out.

"Holy shit, she muttered softly under her breath.

"Please gods, tell me it's not THAT ONE. Oh, gods,
not that one."

It was a useless prayer, she *knew* who was there.
The fear that seized her was paralyzing. A gut-wrenching
nausea permeated her whole body.

"Just let me die now", she moaned.

She who had the POWER, wasn't ever afraid of anything
or anyone, not even Crue, became a watery, useless
pool of jello because THAT ONE came around the corner....

Read the follow up:

Sam looked around, his eyes shimmered violent underneath his black hat.
"What are you doing here, Cheryl !!", his voice was harsh and cold.
"I… I… well, Crue… err…", Cheryl wasn't able to complete a full sentence.
She trembled, her nostrils sucked in as much air as they allowed. She was in trouble now.
Sam approached Cheryl, his scent filled Cheryl's nose completely. It was overwhelming.

"You know how I hate it when you walk out on me, without telling me where you're going!", Sam reached out to Cheryl. He only needed one hand to bring her down on her knees.
"You're going home with me", he said severe.
Cheryl was afraid to look him in the eyes. "But… but what about Crue?", she murmered.

"WHAT ABOUT CRUE!!?? Girl if you know what's good for you, you better not argue with me", Sam yelled.
"Let Crue deal with her own troubles. I want you with me, tonight. I have longed for you, I want you and I'm gonna have you when we get back". He grinned.

He knew that Cheryl would do anything to please him, as long as he made her feel special.
"Yeah, women like that kind of shit", he thought.

Sam was known to have a great impact on the ladies. They adored him. Was it his power, or his looks. He hoped it was both.

"Come on, Cheryl. Let's get moving and leave these two alone. You're not needed anymore", Sam pulled Cheryl on her feet and they walked away from the scene. Leaving Crue and Rip in amazement.

"Wow, I almost thought I was a gonner. He looked so angry", Crue whispered, afraid Sam might hear her.

"I HEARD THAT!!!", Sam yelled from far away. "Your time will come my precious, be patient".

Crue shivered. Goosebumps all over her body appeared: "Damn!".

Rip's voice filled with pleasure screamed : "Ha Ha, yes you irritating little shit!! You heard the man. Your ass is his!!".

Crue turned around. "Ahhhh", her voice seductive, "but right now… your ass is mine!!". She tossed her head back, facing the sky. "MMWWWAAAAOOOHHHAAAAAA".
"Oops", Rip shrank. "My mistake to make", he thought.

Crue, done laughing, walked towards Rip again. Al this excitement made her horny.

"prrrrr prrrrr", she puffed in Rip's ear. "You know what I would like to do?"

Without waiting for an answer she sat down on Rip's butt. She still held the blade in her hand.
With a slow movement, she pressed the tip of the knife at the back of his ankle. With little pressure, the top slided into his skin. She felt Rips muscles move underneath her. She rubbed her cunt over his butt from side to side. Her tongue licked her lips.

"Yeszzzzzzz", she said softly. Her eyes shining and twinkling. She moved her hand with the knife towards his thy. Making an opening over the length of his leg.

Rip pressed his teeth hard together, not wanting to scream in front of that bitch called Crue. Tears appeared in his eyes. Crue started to get into a trance. Her expression wild and unfocused. She moved her hand towards Rip's other leg and did the whole thing over again.

"Arrggghhhh", Rip scolded softly.

Crue, getting more and more excited by the look of the blood sipping out of Rips legs, moved harder on Rip's butt, pressing his manhood into the ground. Her left hand found it's way to her cunt which was moist and tensed.
Her eyes closed and her movements became wilder. Her right hand started to go up and down, into Rip's well build ass (arse *grin), penetrating each time a little further as the blade hit his skin. The blood and her juices combined.

Rip was known to be tuff, but this really hurt! He yelled, let all his breath out in one moment of complete pain.

Crue was in extasy, nearby an orgasm. She was stabbing Rip's butt to pieces.
Crue felt her juices flowing, unaware of her surrounding. She only heard the noise of the knife, stabbing over and over again. The sobbing noise of his blood and her wetness. A tingling feeling awoke inside of her, slowly but surely bubbling towards her cunt. All of her muscles were focused on one thing only. To make her come.
Like a river that starts slowly and ends up in a waterfall. Crue recognized the feeling.
It came from her toes .
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH OH YESZZZZ YESZZZZZZZZZ AAAooooowwwwwwwww", she exclaimed as she reached her climax. Her whole body was shaking.
Rip passed out during her climax as the thrusting of the blade was so furious and wild.
Crue slowly opened her eyes….. trying to focus. Where was she?
"Ohh…. hmmmm", she said, licking her fingers. "What am I doing here in the forrest?", she wondered.
She looked down and saw the pile of blood underneath here.
"Ah, yes… that's right. HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. I remembered now .
She rose from the ground, seeing Rip's lame body.
"Thank you for the good time, sweetheart", she spoke to Rip.
But he couldn't hear her.
"Ah, men!", Crue shooked her head when Rip didn't answer.

Still a bit dizzy from her orgasm, she walked slowly away from Rip. Believing he would eventually die from his injuries……
Leaving a trail of blood behind her, she walked back to Sam's place.