[darkstalker]

new story update for you finishing a new section. hope you guys enjoy!
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“That’s sick, cabrones,” says Carlos with a glare, leaning forward in his chair, but not for the reasons one would expect, as Marcos well knows. “So you just left that fine piece of ass out in the desert and didn’t come back for seconds?”
“Nah man,” says the thin one, Dave, he thinks the man is called as the man circles around the couch, pushing in a dvd into the player. “Was our first time. Both of us were too fucking new to the thing to have planned it out right. Otherwise, yeah, we would have taken seconds, and thirds... and fifths. Too bad too. She was a fine piece of ass.”
“That’s right Davey,” says Doug as he plops himself down on his easy chair, pulling up the foot rest and snapping the head of his beer which froths over. As the bubbles subside he inclines the drink to take a quick sip. “I’d been pissed at Fran and took it out on little Monica. Hadn’t really thought about it beyond wanting to get my anger out of the way. Believe you me, she got off easy. What we did to the other girl, well... that’s more what we have planned for our little neighbor as Dave can illustrate for you.”
Doug takes a chugging swallow from his drink, double chins wagging with the movement. Marcos keeps an eye on him, not fully ready to trust the duo yet. Though a story like this is still something to ponder over, it can easily just be a set up. “So,” says Marcos, looking towards Doug. “You ever take out that pent up rage on Fran like you wanted? I assume she was your second?”
As Doug is about to reply, Dave cuts him off with a loud guffaw. “That fat ass? Please! As if! Look,” he says, “if you’re going to do high time anyways, why settle for D grade beef?”
“She wasn’t D grade man...” says Doug quietly in a defensive tone, his eyes narrowing.
“You’re right, man,” says Dave. “She was like grade F or lower.”
“So you never got the ex?” says Marcos, looking towards Dave with excited large eyes. Dave smiles.
“Nah...” says Dave as he presses the on button on the dvd player. Marcos nearly spits the beer through his nostrils while Carlos chuckles. On screen are both Dave and Doug fucking a beautiful Asian woman with mid length brown hair and breasts of such a size that they could put Shu wen’s decent pair to shame. And many porn stars too, thinks Marcos. The sounds of the men fucking her are loud and clear to them as is the woman’s discomfort. Along her sizeable breasts and arms and legs he can see the lines of lashes crisscrossing her, some still sore and bleeding and the men are fucking the woman relentlessly, beating on her with their hips.
“Holy...” He begins in astonishment.
“Fucking cow, man!” says Carlos excitedly. “You fucked that bitch?” he says, pointing at the screen, beer bouncing in his hand. Dave comes to sit next to his brother, arm swinging over the man’s shoulder in an expression of comradery.
“Like I said, why settle for F grade beef when you can get the A rank material?”
“How’d you swing that one,” says Marcos, leaning forward to examine the woman. The surroundings certainly aren’t as clean or posh as this local. It looks more like an abandoned building of sorts. And somehow he doubts this woman was a spur of the moment thing. Not if they filmed it. So what gives? Just how twisted are these men?
Dave grins maliciously, that same dark glint in his eye, and for once Marcos is truly feeling scared and not because they’re both cops. It’s something else. Something far more sinister.
“Well then,” says Dave, “let me tell you a story....”

Dave lifts the binoculars to his eyes, waiting for their target to come out from the building. All is dark still, save for the one light. She’s still working late it seems. He lowers the binoculars and looks at his watch. It’s 2 A.M. Gods, shit, he thinks. How late does the bitch work? It’s already two in the god damned morning! He leans back and sighs, grumbling.
“Still think we shoulda’ had Fran for a target,” says Doug arms crossed over his sizable paunch.
“Yeah...” says Dave rolling his eyes in irritation. “And let ourselves get arrested the next day when she recognized the both of us. Riiiiight.”
While Doug is a good friend and all, sometimes logic seems to elude him in such a way that isn’t amusing. If they did go after Fran, Doug’s ex, they’d have to wear mask all the time around her and then they wouldn’t be able to make a peep through the whole thing. Something which is particularly hard not to do when you’re fucking someone, even if it’s a fat cow like Fran. And of course Doug would want to reveal himself through the whole thing and call her a bunch of names and what not, and probably lose himself, all while compromising the shit out of the both of them.
Which honestly is Dave’s main reason for not wanting to go after the stuck up bitch. Why risk himself for something so not worthwhile? Not only can she identify them but the woman looks like a watermelon on top of a watermelon. Well at least compared to the target they got a few weeks ago who they’d left out in the middle of the desert. Now that had been A rank meat. Though it’s been over nearly a month and still no one has heard anything about her or wether her body was recovered.
Dave looks towards Doug and grunts. If a case for rape from such a woman hasn’t even shown up at the office then Dave is of the thought she actually died. While the nights are incredibly cold in the desert, especially dressed as she was, the days are boiling and there wasn’t much in the way of cover out there that he saw. They may not have killed her themselves, but they might as well have. It makes him sick to think about it and he lowers his binoculars momentarily. They might have just killed that woman and it doesn’t sit well with him. Should they be doing this to another person, he thinks? After all, she’s still a human...
“There’s our target!” says Doug, smacking him on the shoulder. And sure enough, out from the building slips their mark. A woman about average height, 5'6'’ or so something. She has tussled brown hair, shoulder length and breasts that even in that tight black suit are pushing against it, struggling to come out. It doesn’t help that with her long legs and that short skirt her hips sway so provocatively that it’s giving him a boner already just looking at her. He can swear if she bent down he’d see her panties and that just leaves him wanting to fuck her tight little snatch all the more.
Despite everything that happened with the last girl, or might have happened, Doug is right on one thing, there is still that need, that desire, to lash out and do it again. And watching this girl as she moves to enter her car, Dave can certainly feel that need growing inside him once more. It’s hard to ignore even with all his moral qualms. Fuck it. He’s doing this. He isn’t letting such tight pussy pass him up.
As the vehicle pulls out of the driveway, entering the streets, Doug chuckles. “You ready for this?”
“Yeah,” Dave says grinning. “Let’s fuck this bitch up.” He feels his crotch, already hard in his pants and can hardly wait to stick it between those warm thighs. And this time he’s making sure that he cums inside rather than out.
Doug nods and the vehicle slowly slides out from the parking lot into the street, lights flickering on. They’ll stay back for now until she gets into the dusty back roads and then... then they’ll make their move.

It’s while on the back roads after keeping back a ways from the girl that they finally decide to put the sirens on. Almost half an hour of tailing the girl and the both of them are anxious to get things under way. Doug sticks the siren on top of the vehicle and licks his lips as they flip it on. It blares red in the dark night, swirling brightly. Their target’s car pulls over to the side of the road like a good little civi and Doug pulls up behind her.
He waddles over to her, tapping on her window to have her roll it down. When she doesn’t comply, he knocks again. The woman slowly rolls down the window, Doug conveniently shining the light in her eyes as he pulls out his license. “Officer Andrews,” he says in a matter of fact voice before flipping the badge back into its case and pocketing it. He looks towards Dave for a split second and Dave nods. That’s the cue to get the stuff ready.
He heads for the back of the vehicle, getting out the large duffle bag, cuffs and other instruments they’ll need. They won’t risk having the girl out in the open this time. No, this time they’re going to do things right and set it up so that they have their asses covered. They...
Dave nearly drops the bags and supplies as he sees Doug pushing the barrel of his gun into the car window against the girl’s temple. “Get out of the car,” he hears Doug growl. “Now! I won’t repeat twice.”
“Ah geez, Doug...” says Dave silently, wondering how this got out of hand so damned fast? But the man pays him no attention as the woman struggles out of the car, door opening slowly as she holds her hands behind her head.
“Down on the ground!” Doug yells as the woman kneels. “Hands behind your head!”
Dave sighs, watching as the girl is sobbing, begging for Doug not to shoot her in the back of the head. Dave feels his own hands twitching towards his revolver as the girl quickly raises her hands behind her, the tears streaming from her eyes. Really, he thinks, they shouldn’t be doing this. But whatever his feelings towards the matter, Doug is already slapping the cuffs on the woman’s wrist, binding them tight with a sharp click.
“P-please don’t hurt me...” she says in a whiny tone, the reds and blues from the strobe lights masking her body in neon coloration. Dave watches as her breasts press roughly against her chest, her breathing hard and quick, long legs quivering. He’s unsure what to do. Should he...
The choice is taken from him as Doug slams the side of his baton against the back of the woman’s head and she falls flat on the ground, seemingly dead. Dave pulls out his gun, aiming it at his partner, fear pumping in his chest at several hundred beats a minute. “What the hell, Doug! We aren’t supposed to kill her!”
“She’s not dead, you twit,” says Doug in a rasping tone, kneeling down next to the girl and puling her up next to the car, leaning her against the side. “Come and look for yourself.”
Dave keeps his weapon trained on his partner, making him move away from the girl as he comes in near and leans down, feeling for her pulse. It’s there and her breathing is audible. He sighs and lowers his gun. “What the hell, man? You could’ve killed her!”
“Doubtful,” says Doug flatly. “Now come on and let’s get her ready.”
Doug is already pulling her off to the side of the road behind the vehicle where no passers by can take a peek at their actions. Dave looks out towards the empty highway and sighs. Shit. Doug had pushed her up against the side of the car for Dave’s inspection but now he wants to get her ready for the rest of the travel. Dave grunts and moves over to the siren, shutting it off and tossing it in the car. What a night this is going to be, he thinks, grumbling. A long one.

The preparations, of course, are different bondage instruments with the intent to bind the woman and keep her quiet. The first being an open mouth gag of a leather harness that Dave secures around the girl’s face, pressing it between her teeth so that her jaws split apart. He ties it off at the back and turns her head, looking over his handiwork. Even though she is bleeding from the forehead, part of him still wants to grip the sides of her head and start face fucking her here and now. He grunts. He really is becoming one twisted little fuck.
He wipes the blood off from her brow, dabbing it lightly and hears her moan. He waits to see if she’ll open her eyes, come to and make him regret his choices here, but she never does.
“Really a sweet looking mouth we got there, isn’t it?” says Doug from behind him.
“Yeah...” says Dave, slowly running his hands over her formidable chest, giving her tits a light squeeze. Part of him is already warming to the idea of raping her. Of making her cry and beg. But first thing’s first. “Why’d you pull a gun on her, Doug?” he asks.
The man sticks his thumbs between his belt and grunts. “Bitch was getting uppity. Wanted to see my license, get my I.D. everything. And didn’t want to step out of the car, saying at worst she had was speeding. That we couldn’t arrest her for that. Hate it when they’re smart like that.”
“Yeah...” says Dave, pushing the bangs away from the girl’s forehead. Smart isn’t helpful when you want to abduct women like this. Too bad she wasn’t smart enough. Otherwise she might’ve pushed the gas on her car and made a break for it when Doug pulled out his gun. Of course that also takes a certain amount of guts that most people simply don’t have. She was apparently one of those who was lacking. Could get up in your face but didn’t have the power to back up her attitude.
“Well, let’s finish her up,” says Doug, pulling the girl down from the side of the car and turning her over, tying her ankles together and then pushing a length of rope through the cuffs on her wrist on over back through her legs. Dave looks down at it and grins. Trussing her up like a chicken, Doug is. Her legs are pulled back to her arms, binding her in a near painful C-curve. After the ropes are secured it’s simply a matter of sticking her in the duffel bag. Easier said than done, for as light as she might look, she’s heavier than that. It takes them both a few minutes of grunting and posturing before they’re able to properly fit the woman inside and then zip it up. Dave smiles as the zipper goes up, and grins down at their catch.
“Be seeing you later,” he says with a smile and finishes pulling the zipper up, locking it in place. They heft the bag into the air between the two of them, now only so much luggage and dump her in the back of the car, slamming the trunk down on their cargo.
Dave looks around at the still empty street. They’ve been lucky in so far as not having anyone come on down by the road as of yet. But that luck can’t last. They need to be out of here soon. And fast. “You got a plan on where we’re taking her?” he asks Doug. Doug had assigned him to buy the supplies which are neatly stored in the trunk and the back seat, but hadn’t given him information as to where the drop off local would be.
Doug grins back. “Get inside Poncho,” he says. “I know where we’re headed.”
Dave puts on a false mask of joy and nods, his heart thundering as he gets back into the passenger seat and shuts the door. This is so wrong, he thinks. But part of him is more than a little bit enthused by the prospects of abusing this woman and the tenting in his pants can attest to that.
“Alright,” he says. “Let’s get going.”

As the old Chevy rides down the road at a leisurely pace, doors banging and parts jingling, Dave can not help but think back on how things came to be this way. How it came that they chose this woman. It was something of an accident really. On break at the office while at lunch Doug had once more been trying to talk him into choosing Fran as the next target, and Dave had been rolling his eyes at this, then they had seen her.
She’d just been exiting one of the conference rooms when Jack, a man about as meaty as Doug, sporting his own blonde mustache, had come out rubbing at his bristles behind the woman. Back then she’d been in a low cut red dress with spaghetti straps and how that thing clung to her breasts had stopped even Doug from his tirade of “Fran this” and “Fran that.” At that time only one thing held them at attention, that woman with the styled dark hair and beautiful long yellow legs with a chest pushing so much against her top that her breasts were almost spilling out. So shear was the dress that both Dave and Doug had thought they could see her nipples sticking hard against the red fabric. She’d given Jack a curt bob, allowing both to get a good look at her ass as the dress clung to the firm roundness, slipping between her crack to leave nothing to the imagination and then she’d left, hips swaying in such a way that it seemed most of the department was watching her walk out.
“Who the hell was that?” Dave had asked, tongue still hanging out.
“That, my friends,” said Jack, holding the brim of his police cap down, “was Kim Yan Ling. Seems someone at work has been harassing her and taken to stalking her, so she wanted to file an official report. We know who the guy is, so it should be wrapped up in a day or so.”
“Really?” Dave had said, lifting his cap and whistling. As Jack had gone back into the conference room Dave had turned and smiled at Doug saying, “I think that will be our next target. Not Fran.”
Of course they talked about it after they pulled up Kim’s file. Even her driver’s licence had an impressive, alluring look to it. A fucking licence. So Doug had agreed, albeit reluctantly, that yes, this woman would be their next target. Dave had just been joking more or less when he’d said to make Kim his next target, but Doug had taken it in full earnestness and started making preparations, buying the camcorder so they could film the action and a bunch of devices, some of which he’d already had in the apartment before Dave had moved in, which had mildly unsettled him of course. Then after that had been set, Doug had looked into “where” to take her since they couldn’t bring her to the apartment as it would be too likely someone would notice. Doug had left the tailing to Dave while he looked into the “where”. It had left Dave double guessing himself on the whole thing, but each time he looked at that girl, saw her walking down the street or stopping for a cup of coffee, he knew, she was the one. Her legs had been too alluring and that peek of the swell of her breasts just too enticing. Wether it had been a joke before or not, it would be real now. And so here they are now and as they pull up to the old warehouse with rusting shutters and broken windows in a bad end of town with surrounding buildings of all the same make and wear, Dave thinks Doug couldn’t have chosen a better local. Now to get their prize out of the car and get started...

The girl had remained quiet through the whole ordeal as they brought her out of the car hung her up, clasping her arms above her head and spreading her legs out wide, locking them to a pole with two clasp that wrap around her ankles so that her legs remained spread no matter her movements. Dave’s penis tents up against his pants as he looks at the results of those long legs splayed out like that. The girl’s dress skirt has ridden up her legs revealing her bright black panties. Her breasts weigh on her suit in such a way that it makes Dave think they must be massive. She is clearly a woman and he wants to touch and pull at those massive breast muscles.
She moans as she shakes her head softly, rolling it back and forth, the effects from the blow on the back of her head now receding. Dave can’t help but chuckle to a degree. He’s sure as the girl is waking up that her tongue is probably pushing against the ball gag Doug pushed between her lips, the gag spreading her jaws painfully wide. It had been Doug’s idea to add to the girl’s humiliation. Drool and spit run down the girl’s chin from the gag, adding to the slutty look she has.
Dave finds himself rubbing his cock through his pants, unable to truly help himself as he looks at the girl’s bronze legs and the heavy breathing as her breasts heave inside the confines of the suit. Even with his doubts about these actions, Dave can’t help but think how he’d like to fuck the bitch and make her moan. He’s truly becoming a depraved man, and as he rubs one off, he thinks, he couldn’t give a shit. He just wants to fuck that tight pussy and cum inside her hole.

Doug flips the switch on the camera and grins, watching as Dave is running his hands over his pants, feeling at his crotch. If the kid isn’t careful, guy’s gonna’ rub one right off in his pants, humiliating himself he thinks. Not that it matters overly to Doug, as he lets his eyes wander over the bitch in front of him, her large jugs pushing against her suit. Her long legs with that skirt riding up her ass revealing her black panties just ask him to fuck her pussy long and hard. Which he intends to do, but first, he thinks as he rubs his balls along the press in his pants, first some foreplay is called for.
He grips Dave’s shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “So you ready to fuck this bitch up?” he ask, nails digging into Dave’s shoulder. The man barely even looks at him, his eyes riveted on the chink before them.
“Yeah...” he barely hears the man whisper. “Let’s fuck her up.”