The Rise:refused part 3

They said no. The council actually said no.

We meet once a month to discuss our city’s safety and what we can do to make it better. It’s happened on many occasions that we help each other out.

They want me to help out Blake. I accepted not knowing they where gonna refuse my request.

Council she is my daughter. I said

Yes we know and you know full well this is men only and it has been like this since the beginning of time or have you forgotten. Women do not have our endurance and strength for what we do.

I will make sure she does. I will train her harder than I was. I will make her endure unimaginable pain. She will be strong I swear by our oath.

No. They said.

You are cowards of change. The women of our time is not the house ladies of the 50s. They can do it. They are has strong has us.

No.

Blake grabs my shoulder. Letting me know to stop.

I go out and break has much asshole criminals has I can. They got me pissed. My daughter is my successor.

She will be Rise.

Fuck them all. I will train her and she wI’ll make them eat there fucking words.

To be continued…

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The man in the house

I see him every day in his home doing nothing. His mail being picked up and thrown in his home like trash. He has not bothered to pick up his mess.

His home smells of something rotten. Hes stopped feeding his cat. He doesn’t even answer the phone just let’s it ring and ring. I try to talk to him but he doesn’t listen.

His descent has been dropping more and more since his wife left him a month ago. Wondering where she is or who she’s with.

Five days now he has not been cleaning himself up.

No contact with the outside world. His t.v playing the same fucking channel all day long. Fucking life channel.

It’s my fault I guess. I shouldn’t have killed his wife last month and buried her. I did what any good killer would do and killed him as well. Couldn’t take his crying anymore.

That’s life!

Harry porked her and the chamber of sex

A tale of sex.

It was the night before the first of porn school.

Harry’s parents didn’t want him to do porn because its sinful and non Christian like. Every evening they would lock him in his room and make him pray for forgiveness.

What Harry did instead was jerk off to his best friend Whoreminian. He was looking forward to seeing her tommorow because she’s the first one he will fuck and her boyfriend Ron Jeasly will have to watch. Its an in class project.

The first day was finally here. All the boys in Porn school where showing off there dicks to each other and some testing some new lines when cumming on there partners faces.

Alscumonyounow!

That was everyone’s favorite spell.

While everyone was getting there dicks and pussy wet for class. The three amigos found a secret chamber.

OMG!SOMEONE FUCK ME NOW! Said Whoreminian.

Jeasly was stunned and got erected at the same time seeing all the gadgets.

Harry decided to wip his dick out right there.

This is my kind of room. A whole bunch of fuck toys and straps and kinks for everyone.

All of a sudden Whoreminians pants fell and a sticky pointy tongue went down on her. She could not believe it. Cockthemort was eating her out.

Like the tongue of a snake bitch?

She came instantly.

Harry charges towards her and sticks his dick in her ass.

Jeasly screams in anger, noticing his girlfriend loving the fuck session.

Jeasly falls to his knees and masturbates while crying and staring at them. I’m powerless he cries out.

ENOUGHHHHHHHHH!

DumbleWhore the top head master at school walks in.

Cockthemort tries to cum all over Whoreminian but too late.

Dumblewhore pushes her away and swallows all of his cum and spits it out on his face.

BEGONE COCKTHEMORT. THIS IS NOT YOUR GRADE.

Dumblewhore was right. The amigos where beginners and Cockthemort was a senior in porn school he had no right making them cum this hard.

He left.

Dumblewhore slowly made them cum and showed them back to class.

And

The chamber of sex was forever closed.

The word game

Allo peeps. Here is a short story for a short life that ended to soon.

…….

Henry was a part of a street gang called killer bloods. Mostly deal with drugs and sex. He wasn’t high level guy but would get there with some hard work and getting your hands dirty.

Henry has gunned down many rival gang members. Look at his gang wrong and he would shoot you down. Steal from the stealers they cut off your hands. The bloodier the better.

That morning wasn’t a pleasant morning. A year ago his mother passed away. The word started spreading that the local grocery stores son said that Henry’s mom died from being a whore on the streets. This did not sit well with Henry.

When Henry saw him that evening he shot the guy straight in the face. The poor kid never had time to react.

Later that night Henry was watching some girls stripping on the pole when his favorite Tracy came to him.

So sad about Timmy. She said.

He got what was coming to him.

What you talking about Henry? That kid only got respect for you.

Someone who respects you doesn’t disrespect your mom.

What you mean?

That peace of shit said my mom dresses like a whore.

Who fucking told you that?

Marco.

I think he got it wrong.

What you mean?

I spoke to Timmy this morning and all he had to say was nice things about your mom. Says that she was the classiest lady on the block.

Henry wasn’t feeling to good. This was not sitting right with him.

The next morning he started interrogating about what Timmy said. He went down the ladder. John who heard from Nancy who heard it from Frank who heard it from aunt Julie and she heard it from grandma Susie who’s Timmy’s grandma.

Susie can we have a word. She’s on old lady who has known his mother from back in the day.

Heard what? She said.

No let’s talk.

As they are talking it’s becoming clear to him that this lady is not all there and has a hearing problem and she’s hearing the opposite from what he’s saying.

Timmy loved you lots. He only had respect for you. Shame what happened to the boy.

I heard about what he said about my mom.

The boy said nothing wrong. I just heard him wrong. He came to clear it with me before he died. These darn ears of mine. What you gonna do when your 98 years old.

Henry walked up and left. Shocked about what he learned. He got it wrong. Killed a young boy for nothing.

Hes not gonna kill this old lady. She just old not her fault. The boy was innocent.

He goes back to grandma Susie and shoots her dead.

He leaves smiling realizing that this was like that game one person says one thing and let’s see what it sounds like at the end of the line.

That put a smile on his face.

Sex story

I fuck her hard.

I stick my huge cock in her wet fucking pussy. You like this bitch, tell me how much you like this whore.

She says nothing.

You want my cock in your ass don’t you.

I take out the lub and drip it on my dick.

Take it bitch. Your taking it deep now. Screaaaammmmmm bitch, scream.

She says nothing.

I’m gonna deepthroath you until you choke. Come here.

I pull her by her hair to show her who’s boss. I grab my shaft and throw it in her mouth.

Taste your pussy, taste your ass whore.

She says nothing.

I’m gonna cum in your mouth get ready.

Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The cum fills her mouth, her face. He slaps her down and she hits the floor.

That’s a good whore.

He walks to the washroom and washes his dick and rinses his face. He grabs a dry towel and puts water and soap on it and walks towards her.

Gonna clean your sorry ass bitch.

He picks her up and wipes her down.

There you go whore all clean.

Then he deflates her and puts her back in the amazon box he bought her from and puts her in the closet.

Moments later his wife walks in and she wants sex.

Not tonight honey, I’m tired.

The fucking end!

The Rise: let’s talk

(Ongoing series chapter 2)

The conversation:

Sooo how long have you been doing this? My daughter asks.

It’s about 4 in the morning. My daughter woke up to me changing out of my vigilante outfit in the garage. I guess I wasnt has silent has I thought and now we are all sitting around the kitchen table with wife included discussing this predicament.

I’ve been doing this for a little over 20 years. I tell her.

Sooo my dad fights crime? You know this mom?

She stares at me and then smiles back at our daughter.

Listen Jen. Your dad has been doing this for years and hes good at what he does even though I found out about it the same way has you so not really sure how hes managed to keep that secret for so long without the world knowing.

I think it’s because I feel safe at home Stacy. My guard is down I guess. I said.

We all look at each other and I can see my daughter trying to grip with all this. She’s only 16, to young to be old, to old to be a child.

This city is safe because of what I do honey. I tell her. I wanted to wait before telling you. I wanted to wait for your 18th birthday. I want you to be a part of this. To take over. I cant do this forever.

You want me to replace you. She says. That’s why I’ve been taking those martial arts classes since I’ve been 6. Why not just come flat out and tell me.

I was trying to bring you into the right direction. I wanted you to choose that path and you have willingly. Now I will teach you the balance so you can become the next Rise.

Rise. What the fuck is Rise. She said

That’s my code name. Rise. You know like rise against crime, rise above the city. You know.

Ok I get it I guess.

Look will talk more about this. It’s late go back to sleep. I tell her.

She does.

Stacy and I go to bed. Tired. Hard night that got a little harder but atleast she knows now. The cat is out of the bag and tommorow is another day.

To be continued….

The Rise

This is the start of a regular series that I will be enticing you with. I’m a big superhero/ vigilanty type story lover so why not try my own version of it. Enjoy my friends.

The Boogeyman.

My name is Rise. It’s a name passed on by my father to me. Not my actual dad, my mentor. My mentor had no children of his own so he came out looking for me. He found me, not in the streets selling drugs or doing crime. He found me volunteering in a homeless shelter at the age of 9 with my dad, my real dad. What I didn’t know is that he followed me for 3 years after that, a story for another time.

My city is not one full of crime and murder. We have made it very peaceful within our time helping this city. Rumours of a guardian of the night watching over them has gone around like all other city’s around this country however no concrete evidence.

I’m currently waiting patiently in Mike’s house. He is  A man who i name asshole, he murdered 2 women and got away with it. How you may ask? Simple, evidence was obtained without a court order, so now he’s out. I don’t kill, let’s make this clear. I believe in redemption however I don’t forgive, you’ll understand why soon enough. 

Finally the fucker is here. I don’t hide, i wait for him to come into the living room.

Arhhhhhhh. The asshole screamed.

I don’t say a word. I run toward him and with my right hand i grab his throat and drop him to the ground. Most of these fucks always freeze. They don’t expect me. They think I’m a myth, a legend. I’m not. I see myself has a boogeyman against evil. I’m dressed in black with a mask. Not a skie mask. Well a bit, except for the white stripe that’s horizontal on my eyes and a long zipper where my mouth is. Trust me it’s scary.

Asshole starts to cry, sobbing. Asking for forgiveness. All the usual.

I’m not here to kill you. I tell him. I’m here to make you remember what you did for the rest of your life. The families of the women you murdered will always remember what you did and now they will remember what I’m about to do to you.

He tries to fight.

They always do. 

He fails.

I’m good at what I do, my mentor trained me well. He also trained me how to brake a person. 

I brake the assholes arms. 

I carry around a metal shaft, stick that’s about 6 feet in length and can stretch down to one foot. I love to bring it down to 2 feet and hurt the fuckers bad with it. That’s how I brake his legs next. I make sure I hit all over his body. Shatter shit he never knew he had. He passed out from the pain. I save his neck  for last. I don’t ever want to see him move again. Never.

I dial it in with his phone so that the police can pick him up. My only regret about tonight is that the city will have to use our tax paying money to put him in a caring facility so that he can eat from a straw for what’s left of his life.

I head home for the night.

My family is asleep.

Good!

I head to the garage to remove my get up. I usually do it in my other spot where I have all the rest of my boogeyman gear but I have to wake up early and it’s a bit out of the way. 

However.

What is easy ends up being the hardest.

Dad? Says my daughter.

Oh shit!
Next chapter coming soon……