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Lona's Revenge by Doctor Barracuda
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Lona's Revenge
By Doctor Barracuda
It was a pleasant summer afternoon on and around the campus of
Harvard University. Not a cloud could be spotted in the sky, and a soft wind
was tossing tree branches gently from side to side. The campus was
virtually devoid of people, except for a small group of 6 teen-aged
individuals inhabiting the Coslor dorm on the Western edge for a Christian
ideals workshop. They were a quiet and thoughtful group- evenly distributed
in terms of gender and age, 12 to 17, with the watchful adult supervision of
Kassandra and Alexander Markison.
Each morning at precisely 8:00 the group would be awakened by a soft
electronic chime that hung above the door. A catered breakfast was
presented at 8:45, and by 9:30 they were ready to split into groups to attend
classes such as "Youth Concerns and Choices" and "God's role in YOUR
life". Two and a half hours later was lunch, more delicately prepared
nourishment by the famed (and quite expensive) Hopkins Catering service.
Each afternoon they met as a group for a prolonged discussion period, then
were given the remainder of the afternoon off from 3:00 until 6:00 when
dinner appeared in the dining room. The evenings contained some form of
a program or another, followed by yet another discussion period of the
content of the day. At 9:00 they were freed from the constraints of a
programmed day, until the rooms were closed and locked at precisely 10:30
P.M.
The youngest was Robert, twelve years old and easily susceptible to
any influence by someone who appeared to be stronger, or higher in his
perception of social rank than he was (which basically included everyone
there).
Next came Diana, nearly thirteen years of age but appearing much
younger. She too, had been metaprogrammed since the beginnings of her
youth to be susceptible to all that was said by her elders, especially those
associated with the liturgy.
Sarah and Steve were biological twins from Georgia, although entirely
different in appearance and nature. Steve was tall, exceptionally skinny,
with bulky 14k gold rimmed spectacles as a symbol of his parents
extravagantly poor taste. Sarah was 15 (as was her brother) and appeared
to be nearly 20. As a result of her picturesque physical form, she was
always bundled up in an excessive amount of clothing, attempting to
constrict and disfigure the curvature of her young and shapely body. She
acted as she dressed, restrained and afraid, while her brother was
excessively outgoing, even though he seldom had something significant to
say.
Amanda was a plain 17 years, with long dark hair that complimented her
otherwise insignificant Oriental complexion. She was physically petite in all
forms, although socially well-adjusted to be thoughtful and sincere in what
she said. Coming from a rich family, she had attended private school all her
life, was well-educated in the philosophy and thought of the modern times,
and yet still retained a pious belief system.
Reltan appeared to be a shy, extremely polite boy, although internally
he was vehemently opposed to his current place in life- at the Harvard
Christian Workshop Program. He was also 17, cleanly dressed and outwardly
undistinguishable from any of the other participants. Inside was a nihilistic
thought process intent on destroying the hypocritical Christian faith to a
belief of hatred and ruination for mankind.
It was upon this pleasant summer afternoon, during the period after a
congenial discussion period, whence Reltan ascended a tall Eucalyptus tree
and began to transform his mind to an altered state. After approximately
one-half hour of concentrated meditation, the Reltan conscienceness
receded and the spirit of Wocetihw filled his mind. Instantly Wocetihw was
in communication with Wockcalb, and the thought-spirits became one; a
Lona of infinite power and control. Reltan climbed down from the tree, and
returned to the Coslor dorm for an evening meal.
The barbecued sirloin steak seemed unappetizing to Reltan, and he
dined lightly upon only on bread and a considerable quantity of sliced
Vitamin C enriched kiwi fruit. The table held a lively conversation, a dialog
as to whether "Artificial Insemination" was an acceptable term for God's
impryegnentation of the Virgin Mary. Reltan participated earnestly, and no
one noticed the 4 small rectangular shaped pieces of paper resting on the
corner of Reltan's tongue.
After dinner, the group went to the darkened lounge to view the
evening's entertainment, a video called "God's Calling to Missionaries in
Asia". The movie began, and everyone settled back on the two couches, in
the order mentioned with Kassandra and Alexander on the end next to
Reltan.
The movie developed into a vastly complicated analysis of the virtue
of these missionaries, and the group was intensely gripped by the production.
This, combined with the darkness of the room, caused no one to notice
Kassandra and Alexander gasp after being pierced in the back of the neck
by two potassium cyanide tipped darts from a blowgun. As the movie
reached a climax, with the narrator explaining th natives' view of the
missionaries, a red dot appeared on television screen, and moved upward
towards the narrator's head. The television was silenced immediately
following an explosion from behind, and the pieces lay scattered around the
room. A thin smile grew across Reltan's countenance, and then there was
darkness followed by a chorus of shrieking.
An erie green glow gradually lit up the room, and huddled in mass
on the floor was the living portion of the group, minus one. Reltan stood
silhouetted on the window, aside the tall, powerfully built physical
manifestation of Wockcalb, known to Reltan as Nerol.
To Richard through Amanda, the only light source was a green glow
shimmering from the seemingly luminescent ceiling. To Nerol and Reltan,
brilliant lights, in fractal-like forms, spiraled from all directions,
illuminating anything necessary. Nerol handed Reltan a dark, cylindrical
weapon, and they advanced the shaking and still whimpering cluster.
Nerol grasped the young Richard by his left ankle, and affixed the
screaming child to the wall. Taking a 'U' shaped bar and a sledge hammer,
Nerol began to slowly pound the bar into the wall, eventually crushing
Richard's head in the constricting space between the bar and the wall.
Blood began to pour down the wall, as well as a mixture of other fluids and
tissue, and Nerol gave a final swing with the sledge, forcing the head and
connected body through the plaster wall into the adjoining room.
Meanwhile, as Steve's body lay in a pool of blood upon the floor, his
head was gently set in a ever-watchful pose upon the podium where the
television set had been. The empty eyes peered out through the golden
spectacles, to watch the body rot away.
Diana was stripped of her clothes, and the end of Nerol's sledge
hammer was forced through her body entering at the vagina and exiting
throughout the mouth. The body was then placed upon the grill where the
steaks had been roasting only a few hours earlier. The gas was ignited, and
the body began to sizzle at first, then to burn as the heretics were burned
during the Inquisition of Europe. A reciprocation of religious tendencies
perhaps?
This left Sarah and Amanda alone in the room, shivering in
unquestionable fright and shock at the sight that they had witnessed.
Reltan approached, and pulled Amanda to her feet. Alone, Sarah was
easily grasped by Nerol, who followed Reltan to a different room.
The bedroom was lit by a series of candles, and contained two beds
where Reltan and Richard had slept. Amanda was carefully laid down on
her back, as was Sarah on the opposing bed. There was no question as to
what would happen next, it was only a matter of how they would happen.
Sarah had become silent by now, and Nerol slowly began to unbutton the
tightly fitting blouse that she wore. It was skillfully removed by careful
hands that had brutally murdered two others not 15 minutes earlier, and even
more gently an undershirt and brassiere were also removed, revealing an
exquisitely soft and round set of breasts, untouched by masculine hands.
Slowly and surely the calf-lengthed flowered dress was drawn down, and
next a set of panties which left a physically and emotionally naked virgin
lying quietly upon the bed. Nerol removed his clothes, and descended upon
the whimpering body.
First came a kiss; Nerol softly placed his mouth upon hers, letting
his tongue penetrate her lips to her teeth, where he stayed for a moment,
allowing for any form of a returned kiss from her. As there was none, he
moved from her mouth to a cheek, along the neck, to her breasts, which lay
quivering upon her naked chest. He let his tongue circle round one nipple,
and then the other, softly caressing each with the tenderest of care. His
right hand began to touch her body, sliding softly along the curves from
shoulder to thigh. His left hand began to stroke her breasts, as his mouth
and inquisitive tongue moved down further to her genital area.
Throughout this time, Sarah had been motionless, laying peacefully and
awaiting her doom without opposition. Nerol paused for a moment to climb
up on the bed. He separated her parallel legs, and pressed her feet
towards her buttocks, forcing the knees to bend and raise upward. Pressing
a knee to each side, his face descended upon her vagina, and his tongue
began to slowly lick her outer labia. After a few moments of teasing, he
allowed his tongue to slowly penetrate inward, increasing the rate of
movement. He felt her legs slightly move even further apart, and pressed
his tongue deeper into her vagina. A warmth began to radiate from within,
and Nerol withdrew his tongue and slowly lay down upon her.
For a moment he lay still, his penis between her legs, but not
touching any part of her anatomy. Then, slowly he pressed it's head upon her
outer genitals, and moved inward bit by bit. A slight moan escaped from
Sarah's lips, and Nerol pushed further inward, tearing through the thin flap
of skin representing feminine virginity. He withdrew partially, and then
thrust forward again, grasping her lower back and pulling it towards him.
With firm pressure, he pressed his chest into hers, feeling her breasts move
under his motion. His tongue found her lips, and she reciprocated- opening
her teeth and pressing her tongue out to meet his. He felt her body press
upward, in time with his rhythmic penetration, seemingly deeper and deeper
each time. His hands moved along her back, stroking passionately and pulling
her upwards.
Nerol felt Sarah' climax beneath him, as her neck drew back and she
pressed upwards further than ever, trying to hold him deep within. Her
shuddering finished, and he continued his penetration, until he, too, arrived
at the point of no return and ejaculated into her body, pressing downward
with all his might. Finished, he removed his still throbbing penis from her
body and said two single words: "I'm sorry." He kissed her for the last
time, simultaneously inserting a thin hypodermic needle into her neck. His
kiss ended as she died, and he carried her down to the kitchen, where he
proceeded to dismember her with a carving knife. Saving the innocently
beautiful breasts for last, he placed the pieces of her body in a food-
processor, resulting in a bloody mass that could be easily poured down the
drain, and so disposed of forever.
Reltan, however, was considerably less considerate to his choice of
victims. Having lived with Amanda for the 8 weeks of the program that had
passed, he was immediately disgusted with any thoughts of giving Amanda
pleasure. Hatred is a powerful motivator, and had unquestionably
conquered desire. Reltan, too, began by peacefully stripping Amanda of her
clothes, leaving a tan, Asian body naked and open to anything. He carried
her from the room, and outside into the night air. Outside, it appeared to be
dark, although the moon and stars above supplied more than sufficient
illumination.
Amanda was affixed to a certain tree, her arms wrapped backwards
around its trunk. Next, a band was passed around her waist and tightly
clenched to inhibit any movement of her torso. She was gagged,
blindfolded, bound, but otherwise quite naked, and completely in submission
to whatever lay next. Reltan removed his clothes, and approached the
quivering body. With a small knife he had been holding, he traced a line of
blood across her upper chest. She attempted to scream, but to no success.
Next, he inserted his blade into her vagina, allowing her to feel the chilled
steel, and daring her to move.
Amanda remained motionless, and Reltan removed his knife and stuck it
into the tree near her side. With a sudden thrust, he inserted his penis deep
into her vagina, causing her to jolt in pain as her virginity was so quickly
conquered. After another single penetration, he withdrew and began to
lubricate his penis. Swiftly, he pulled her legs out from their supportive
position, and watched as her back scraped downward on the rough bark of
the tree. Spreading her legs unnaturally far apart, he probed his penis
roughly into her rectum. Violently he plunged in and out, with excessive
force and personal pleasure. As he neared orgasm, he took out his knife
and began to cut.
By this point, Amanda had lost consciousness, and so offered even less
resistance than her constrained form had before. Soon the pure Asian skin
was shredded into alternating strips of bloody scars; the blood ran upon
Reltan's body below. With the final thrust of orgasm, he also embedded the
knife into her left temple. She did not live through his ejaculation.
Reltan re-dressed, without consideration for the fair amount of blood
upon his body, and removed the bonds that held Amanda's body. He
picked up the body, carried it inside to the dorm, and draped it seductively
upon the couch. Reltan met Nerol, covered in splattered blood, and both
left the dorm hall for outdoors.
Striking a match, Reltan ignited the gasoline which Nerol had poured
not a moment earlier, and the Coslor dorm began to burn. Nerol and Reltan
returned to the interior of the brightly burning dorm. As the spirit of Lona
ascended into the sky, the fire trucks arrived and began to hopelessly spray
towards the burning home. Watching the world from the sky above, Lona
watches, forevermore.
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