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>Along the way, Berez has also consulted for such firms as the National
>Geographic Society and Art Institutes International to help them
>develop corporate strategies to address the explosion of digital media.
> He holds a degree in Computer Science and Engineering from the
>Massachusetts Institute of Technology and an MBA from the Sloan School
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> dues ... and no chess politicians.

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> you will see why we're in trouble. How can ICC do it with a much smaller
> cash flow than USCF?

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>
> 5) Internet Chess Club Taps Joel Berez as New CEO
>
> Computer game veteran joins leading Internet chess service.
>
> Pittsburgh, PA June 7, 2005 - The Internet Chess Club ("ICC"),
> the world's premier online subscription chess service, has today
> announced the hiring of Joel M. Berez as its Chief Executive Officer.
> Berez has served as CEO or executive officer in seven businesses,
> ranging from total startups to two public companies. He built his
> first startup, Infocom, into one of the leading computer game
> publishers of the 1980s, and co-founded the Software Publishers
> Association (now the Software and Information Industry Association).
>
> Along the way, Berez has also consulted for such firms as the National
> Geographic Society and Art Institutes International to help them
> develop corporate strategies to address the explosion of digital media.
> He holds a degree in Computer Science and Engineering from the
> Massachusetts Institute of Technology and an MBA from the Sloan School
> of Management. Most recently, Berez headed GamesParlor, Inc., where he
> created Chess Live in partnership with the U.S. Chess Federation and
> chess federations in other countries, developing an online chess
> service noted for its family-friendly atmosphere and rich, intuitive
> software.
>
> "The Internet Chess Club has led the market for the past ten
> years," says Lilya Lorrin, a founder of ICC and past CEO, "but we
> recognize that to maintain and grow our position over the next ten
> years will require fresh ideas and new leadership. Joel is the ideal
> candidate to face this challenge. I'm impressed by his
> accomplishments with Chess Live, starting from scratch. With the strong
> history and resources of ICC behind him now, he'll be able to do so
> much more."
>
>
>
> As Joel Berez puts it, "The Internet Chess Club has long been the
> icon in the world of online chess, the service that every serious
> player knows and that every competitor wants to become. I have long
> been impressed with the accomplishments of the ICC founders as well as
> the dedicated staff of employees and community volunteers and now feel
> honored to be called upon to lead them." While Berez has been
> involved in many types of games in the past, he finds chess to be
> "not just an entertaining diversion, but a life-long intellectual
> pursuit that stimulates critical-thinking skills and can offer children
> as well as adults tremendous feelings of confidence and
> accomplishment."
>
> Founded in 1995 as one of the first premium gaming sites on the
> Internet, today ICC is firmly established as the premier online chess
> service, with more members, more Grandmasters, more volunteers, and
> more loyalty from its members than any other classical game service on
> the Internet. More than 30,000 dues-paying members from all over the
> world regularly enjoy playing casual or tournament chess games against
> each other; watching others play, including hundreds of titled chess
> masters; attending online lectures, classes, and special events; or
> simply socializing with fellow chess enthusiasts in a club house
> that's always open.
>
> www.chessclub.com
>

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> From: IownNique@hotmail.com
> Subject: Ray Gordon vs. The Magnificent Seven (3 of 4)
> Date: 1998/09/18
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>
> “Now do you understand, cunt?” Ray asked Shannon, the
> teen’s gaze riveted to the transformation of little Dominique.
> The little teen was being raped to death, and she was urging
> her black rapists to even greater heights of depravity. A tear
> came to Shannon’s eyes, and she nodded her head. Yes,
> she did understand. This was hell, and these men were soul-
> less demons. “Let’s check out Razorman,” Ray dragged
> Shannon by the hair over to where the knifemaster and his
> squad were flaying Amanda Borden and Jaycie Phelps alive.
> Close at Razorman’s heals was Cannibal, who lived up
> to his name. Amanda was in worse shape than Jaycie, and
> it was obvious the chunky, muscular teen had been attempting
> to fight off Razorman and his men. She was now being held
> down as the Razor skillfully carved graffiti over her muscular
> body with a laser-sharp pen knife.
> CUNT! SLAVE! WHORE! PAIN-TOY! DOG! PIG!
> The blood-carved words assaulted the eyes like the carnage
> from an airplane crash. Amanda was sobbing hysterically,
> the pain overwhelmed by the very thought that she was being
> skinned alive.
> “Shut her up,” Razor hissed to one of the Zero squadmen,
> who dutifully jabbed his cock into Amanda’s shrieking mouth.
> Shannon noticed immediately that the girl’s mouth was being
> held open by a peculiar restraint that fit between her jaws like
> a mouthguard and would not let her bite down. Her mouth
> spread open like a loose cunt, she could only suck helplessly
> as the Zero Squadman choke XXXXed the last vestiges of her
> humanity from her quivering body.
> Meanwhile, Jaycie was being fitted with a strap-on dildo
> featuring glass shards lining the length of the hard rubber
> cock-shaft. A gun was jammed in her mouth, and she was
> being forced to fellate the barrel. “You will XXXX your
> chunky little friend’s pussy to shreds with your dildo, or
> we will kill you,” Razor hissed at the catatonic blonde teen.
> “No,” Jaycie just kept whispering over and over again
> while Razor’s men jeered at her and mocked her. She couldn’t
> fight the strong hands that forced her down over Amanda’s
> carved-up body as one of the men teased the deadly cock-head
> of the dildo against Amanda’s pouting pussy. Even more shock-
> ing to Shannon was the fact that her teammate’s cunt was virtually
> untouched by the Razor’s inhuman touch. If she would have
> understood Razorman’s particular pathology, however, this
> wouldn’t have been such a mystery.
> Razor’s all-consuming hatred for females meant that he
> always spared their most intimate parts for last. Ravaging
> a victim’s cunt and XXXXXXX were the coup de grace,and he always
> delayed the gratification for as long as he could. Their
> obliteration was his orgasm, the only one his twisted mind could
> fathom now since losing any semblance of humanity in the jungles of
> Southeast Asia.
> “Oh, God, please ....” Jaycie screeched as she helplessly
> watched the men force her into entering her friend’s pussy with
> the glass-sharded dildo.
> “Now XXXX her, or you both die,” Razorman motioned to
> one of the Zero Squadmen who inserted the barrel of his
> pistol back between her gasping lips. “It’s your choice. You
> shred her cunt, and you’ll both live. Don’t and you both die!”
> “No ...” Jaycie blubbered, “no ...” she wept as she patheti-
> cally did the only thing she could to stay alive.
>
> “You sick bastards will pay for this,” Shannon hissed
> under her breath as Nick dragged her to where the four Aryan
> skin-heads were passing Dominique Dawes mouth between their hard,
> white, tattooed pricks like it was a water-bong at a Grateful
> Dead concert.
> “Come on, you little monkey cunt,” Snake, the leader of
> the skins, berated her. “I thought you nigger bitches was
> supposed to be great cocksuckers. My seven-year-old sister
> gives better head than you.” He took his cock out of her
> ravaged mouth and slapped her hard across the teeth. “Now,
> let’s try this again. Say it! Say it how I just taught you,”
> he snarled.
> “Can I’s suck yo big white cock, Massa,” Dominique
> asked mechanically, all remnants of self-respect and racial
> pride choke-XXXXed out of her perfect ebony body.
> “She’s getting better at that,” one of the skins giggled
> as he spanked his meaty white cock-head against her temple
> and shot a glob of hot splooge into her ear. “I like the way
> she says ‘Massa’. She’s a cute little monkey cunt. When
> we’re done, can I take her home with me and keep her in
> my closet like a good little mouth-slave. How’d you like
> that, girl. You sit in my closet for the rest of your life,
> and the only time you ever see any light is when I come
> in three times a day to feed you a helping of hot white
> protein. Would you like that, girl? Being my good little
> nigger veal-cuntlet mouth-slave. Huh, girl?”
> “Yessa, Massa,” Dominique Dawes answered robotically,
> like a good little XXXX toy. “I’s be yo’ good li’l niggah,
> veal-cuntlet mouth-slave ...”
> “She’s so cute for a monkey cunt,” another skin
> jammed his spurting prick into her upturned nose, and
> flooded her nostrils with a spunk injection that sent
> her choking and retching.
> Her mouth lost its hold of Snake’s cock, and he slapped
> her again. “I told you to concentrate, XXXXX,” he pulled
> her kinky hair and she grimaced in pain, but didn’t cry out.
> “Here, you take her,” he handed her head to another skin,
> who pried open her jaws and began pistoning his cock into
> her gurgling throat with a frenzied pace.
> “Tag!” another skin raised his hand and slapped the palm
> of the skin raping the beautiful black teen’s throat. She didn’t
> bat an eyelash as her head was again passed to another strong,
> masterful hand, while her mouth yawned open to accept yet
> another tattooed prick.
> While she sucked, Snake got behind her and forced her
> to bend over on all fours, slapping her muscular black XXX
> with a series of brutal thwacks as he coerced her into arching
> her back properly to accept his beefy tattooed prick into her
> dry, unlubed XXX. Finally, with this violation, she let loose
> an agonized yip that brought a chorus of laughs from the
> partying skins.
> “Little monkey cunt doesn’t like her black XXX humped,”
> one of the skins pinched her firm black titties and twisted
> her nipples. “Now that’s not very respectful of your Massa,
> is it?” he jeered, as he continued twisting the hard, black
> kernel of her teenage nipple. “Tell your Massa you’re sorry,
> girl. Beg him to keep XXXXing your dry, tight, little black XXX.
> Beg him!” he began to tear her nipple off slowly, and the pain
> was unbearable.
> “Please XXXX my dry tight black XXX,” Dominique wept now,
> the tears streaming down her face another meaty skinhead cock
> jammed down her windpipe and Snake furiously blasted apart
> the taut cheeks of what had once been her spectacularly shaped
> virgin black XXX. “Please, Massa,” she blubbered. “XXXX my
> black XXX good. I’s be your good little niggah XXX-slave, Massa.
> I’s be good, Massa. I’s swear. Just XXXX my black XXX, Massa.
> XXXX my tight, teenage black XXXXXXX raw ...” she was babbling
> stupidly now, the words pouring out like an instinct, an instinct
> to serve her true Aryan masters as the XXXX-toy, XXX and mouth
> slave she had been bred to become.
>
> “Let’s go check on your little gook friend,” Ray yanked
> Shannon by the hair and dragged her over to where Amy’s
> naked, athletic body was lashed and crucified on the high bar
> of the uneven bars. The cute Asian American teen was struggling
> with every last bit of her strength to keep herself from drooping
> down. When this happened, as with all crucifixions, the body’s
> weight compressed on the lungs and painfully began to suffo-
> cate the victim. Unlike hanging on a cross, though, this
> particular set-up made it even harder for the victim to gain any
> leverage to support her body because there was no crossbar to act
> as a brace for the legs. Amy’s face was wracked in extreme
> agony as she tried to keep herself alive, but after a minute of
> holding herself steady, fatigue would set in and her muscles
> would give out, and she would slump over into absolute,
> suffocating anguish until she mustered the adrenaline to
> right herself again.
> Ray stared at Dragoncock with a newfound sense of
> respect. The chink obviously new his stuff in the sexual
> torture department. While Amy fought to stay alive, the chink
> was sticking needles all over her body, sending her into epilep-
> tic convulsions that looked absolutely orgasmic. Her eyes
> rolled back into her forehead with every prick of the needle,
> and Nick could see the glisten of teenage XXXX juice sopping
> her sparsely-haired, virgin pussy.
> “Look at her,” he tugged at Shannon’s hair to make sure
> the young cunt was paying attention. “Look at her wet
> cunt.” He yanked her hair again and dragged her over
> to the tortured teen. Dragoncock sneered at Ray Gordon
> as the cunt commando nodded approvingly. “Guess they
> do teach you guys something over in Chinkland,” Ray
> smiled.
> “We invented systematic torture,” Dragoncock whispered,
> his eyes glazed over with the kind of demonic spirituality
> that always overcomes the true sadist. “Her body is reacting
> with multiple orgasms every time I apply a needle to one
> of her pressure points. The practice is rooted in Qi Gong.
> She is literally XXXXing herself to death.”
> “Feel this,” Ray grabbed Shannon’s hand and forced
> it up into Amy’s sopping wet snatch. “Feel how wet that
> is. That’s why you cunts will always be our slaves. You love
> to be dominated, subjugated. You crave it. It’s what
> makes you complete, makes you a cunt. There,” he worked
> Shannon’s hand in and out of Amy’s tight teenage pussy.
> “That’s it, get your XXXXing fist up there,” he scrunched up
> the gymnast’s small hand in his own and forced it deeper into
> Amy’s pulsating sluice. “Can you feel the way her cunt walls
> clamp down on your hand? That’s because she wants you
> to jam it deeper. It’s making her cum. Her young cunt is
> chasing that cum, trying to squeeze it out of your hand.
> Can you feel that?”
> “Yes,” Shannon gasped in spite of herself. “Yes,”
> she repeated. “I can feel it.”
> “If you persist in this,” Dragoncock interrupted, “the climax
> will be severe enough to induce a stroke.”
> “Thanks for the warning, doc,” Ray chuckled as he grabbed
> Shannon by the back of her head and forced her face into Amy’s
> steaming pussy. “Why don’t you lick it, cunt. Lick her cunt,
> just like you’ve always wanted to do. She’s helpless. Your
> under my domination. You have an excuse. You can tell every-
> one I forced you to rape her with your tongue. You can go
> into some victim support group later and pretend that you
> didn’t want to taste her cum in your mouth as you XXXX her
> to death with your tongue. You can do all that later, cunt,
> but right now just do what you want to do, what comes natur-
> ally to all cunts. Eat her pussy, cunt. Lick her clit ...” he
> cajoled her as he mashed her face deeper into the Asian teen’s
> boiling cunt. “That’s it ... that’s a good cunt ...”
> Shannon didn’t allow herself to think about what she was
> doing. It was too horrible to even contemplate. That’s why she
> just allowed herself to be dominated by the commanding, some-
> how soothing voice of the monster who had brought her to the
> brink of this abyss, and invited her to dive in. Her tongue
> curiously stabbed into her teammate’s convulsing cunt, and
> she felt a rush of awesome power as she sent Amy’s tender
> young body into the throes of a XXXX-quake so intense the
> Asian teen’s urethra involuntarily burst forth with a spurting
> shower of steaming piss.
> “That’s it, cunt,” Ray’s voice cut through the fog and
> guide her through the darkness of her own tortured soul.
> “Drink her hot piss, cunt, little piss drinking cunt. Now bite
> her clit ...”
> And Shannon did it, she did exactly as the bastard com-
> manded, clamping down on the teen’s engorged love button
> and biting her into another, even more spastic cum-quake.
> Now her bowels went totally slack, and loose shit spurted
> down her muscular legs. Ray didn’t have to guide Shannon’s
> mouth now. She instinctively ran her tongue along the
> trails of diarrhea that dribbled down Amy’s toned thighs,
> and licked the teen’s yellow skin clean.
> “Uuugglllgghhhh ...” Amy’s body twitched about in a
> gran mal seizure that contorted her body into a spastic mass of
> jelly. At this point, Dragoncock finally loosened the ropes
> lashing her to the beam and lowered her to the ground.
> Pushing Shannon aside, he now mounted the Asian beauty’s
> seizure-wracked body and jabbed his sturdy, seven-inch cock
> into her contacting cunt with one decisive stroke.
> “Traitorous whore,” he spit into Amy’s drooling, oblivi-
> ous face, remaining perfectly motionless as he allowed her
> seizure-torn to wrap his cock in a velvet tightness that milked
> his cock of unspeakable pleasures.
> “That’s beautiful,” Shannon heard someone whisper .. a
> female’s voice .. *My voice ... Me!* The revelation washed
> over her like an encounter with God. A short while before,
> she had told herself she knew the Truth of her situation, that
> the man grasping her hair was a demon, that she had suddenly
> found herself in Hell. But now all that cloudiness cleared
> from her vision, and she saw the light. This wasn’t hell,
> it was heaven. To be freed of conscience and consciousness.
> To be unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain,
> torture and orgasm, joy and utter devastation.
>
> Kerri Strug could not believe what was happening. It was like
> a nightmare, or worse yet one of those slasher movies she was
> always watching. It was like she was at the mercy of Freddy
> Krueger, or Jason, or Leatherface. The men tossed her body
> around like a rag dolls. She had always thought of herself as a

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> girl, an Olympic athlete, one of the strongest of the
> strong. Now she was nothing more than a powerless rag-
> doll ... a toy ... what had the man called her ... a XXXX toy.
> They had torn her skintight bodysuit from her like it wasn’t
> even there. They had sucked her tits, and gotten her nipples
> embarrassingly hard, and had jeered at her. Then they bent
> her tender young body over a pommel horse. Her plump,
> muscular XXX pointing straight to the sky, she was red with
> shame as they brutally kneaded her XXX-cheeks and poked their
> fingers into her dry, tight XXXXXXX. Then the flogging started,
> a whip cutting into round, taut XXX while she bleated like a
> lamb being slaughtered alive.
> When she thought things couldn’t get any more devastating,
> one man unzipped his pants and produced a hard penis which
> he made her suck while the men took turns flogging her XXX to
> a bloody crimson hue. She had never sucked a penis before,
> and the very thought of it made her puke what remained of
> her breakfast over the man’s boner. He laughed at this,
> though, and made her lick her own vomit off his penis, and
> then his ... his balls.
> This was really gross, and she barfed again, only this time
> it was a dry heave, and the men jeered again. “Look at her
> lick Teddy’s balls,” one mocked her. They laughed even
> harder as she kept trying to spit out the nasty pubic hairs
> that seemed to fill her mouth every time she licked his
> prickly scrotum. Then the man grabbed her by the hair
> and told her just to open her mouth and not move. She
> cried, but she complied, retching again as he plumbed the
> depths of throat with his penis, triggering her gag reflex with
> each thrust, then lodging his penis into windpipe and holding
> it perfectly still as she puked up air and spittle with a sickening
> gurgling sound. Then the men would count to see how long the man

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> leave his penis in her throat before pulling out.
> With each passing second, she thought this would be time he
> wouldn’t pull out, and she would suffocate and die with a
> hard penis stuck in her throat.
> She blubbered like a baby as this game proceeded, not even
> aware of the brutal beating her XXX was receiving at the hands of
> the sadistic men. Then the man in her mouth puled out his cock
> and held his pisshole right at her eyeball. Then, in a split

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> occurred to her what would happen next, and she
> barfed up air and spit again as he strafed her face and eyes with
> a load of hot, sticky, gross sperm.
> Before she could recover from the assault, though, another
> penis jabbed at her mouth and she helplessly allowed the next man to
> abuse her mouth as the first man had. Vaguely she was aware that the
> other men around her had formed a line behind
> her exposed butt, and that they were pulling their penises
> and joking with each other about “sloppy seconds” and “floppy
> fourths.” She didn’t understand what they were talking about
> until the first man stabbed his prick into her tight dry XXXXXXX
> with a viciousness that made her bawl at the top of her lungs.
> Suddenly the cock in her mouth was almost a comfort, a
> pacifier almost, like she was a small crying child suckling
> at her mother’s breast. She sobbed silently now as the
> penises in her mouth spurted their disgusting sperm only to
> be replaced by yet another hard, angry penis. There were so
> many hard angry penis hurting her body -- slamming into
> her throat, battering her XXXXXXX until blood and shit dribbled
> down her legs. And the train of hard angry penises just
> stretched on in front of her and behind her into infinity.
> The sounds of their voices as they congratulated each
> other when they mad her squeal or grunt or groan or moan.
> As one particularly savage man stabbed his penis into her
> intestines, she lost control of her body completely, and she
> felt an orgasm rip through her tummy. It felt so bad and
> so good at the same time. Not like when she did it to herself
> in bed at night, but so much deeper, so much dirtier.
> And then she was aware that she was really sucking the
> penises invading her mouth. When she was presented with
> two penises at once, she didn’t even hesitated before trying
> to take them both at once. Her mouth watered just like it
> did when she was hungry, and she felt herself trying to
> fill the need that was now growling in her tummy. The need
> for another orgasm, this one even deeper and dirtier than
> the last. She bucked her hips back to meet the upward thrust
> of the man screwing her XXXXXXX. If she slammed back just
> hard enough and he was thrusting just deep enough, the
> collision resulted in a delicious feeling in her cunt as the
> nerve endings banged into her cervix.
> She was bouncing back and forth like a kid on rocking
> horse, oblivious to everything but chasing the cum that
> hovered at the borderlines of her consciousness.
> “That’s it, Kerri, XXXX that big cock ...” she heard a voice
> cheer her on. But this was a female voice, a voice she knew.
> “XXXX her XXX good. XXXX her hard. Make her cum with that
> big cock raping her XXX.” *Shannon ...*
> Kerri lifted her eyes to see her teammate kneeling at the feet
> of the leader of the bad men. Shannon was playing with her
> cunt and using her other hand to pull the leader’s penis while
> she sucked it submissively, lovingly. Kerri smiled. She wasn’t
> alone. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She gritted her teeth
> and went back to slamming her XXX down on the man’s penis,
> chasing her next cum, and the next one, and the one after that.
> Thank God, she had all these men and their hard angry penises
> to XXXX her XXX and mouth.
> “XXXX me ...” she squeaked. “XXXX my XXX, mister. Rape
> me ...”
>

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> http://bittyurl.com/8r
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> From: IownNique@hotmail.com
> Subject: Ray Gordon vs. The Magnificent Seven (3 of 4)
> Date: 1998/09/18
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>
> “Now do you understand, cunt?” Ray asked Shannon, the
> teen’s gaze riveted to the transformation of little Dominique.
> The little teen was being raped to death, and she was urging
> her black rapists to even greater heights of depravity. A tear
> came to Shannon’s eyes, and she nodded her head. Yes,
> she did understand. This was hell, and these men were soul-
> less demons. “Let’s check out Razorman,” Ray dragged
> Shannon by the hair over to where the knifemaster and his
> squad were flaying Amanda Borden and Jaycie Phelps alive.
> Close at Razorman’s heals was Cannibal, who lived up
> to his name. Amanda was in worse shape than Jaycie, and
> it was obvious the chunky, muscular teen had been attempting
> to fight off Razorman and his men. She was now being held
> down as the Razor skillfully carved graffiti over her muscular
> body with a laser-sharp pen knife.
> CUNT! SLAVE! WHORE! PAIN-TOY! DOG! PIG!
> The blood-carved words assaulted the eyes like the carnage
> from an airplane crash. Amanda was sobbing hysterically,
> the pain overwhelmed by the very thought that she was being
> skinned alive.
> “Shut her up,” Razor hissed to one of the Zero squadmen,
> who dutifully jabbed his cock into Amanda’s shrieking mouth.
> Shannon noticed immediately that the girl’s mouth was being
> held open by a peculiar restraint that fit between her jaws like
> a mouthguard and would not let her bite down. Her mouth
> spread open like a loose cunt, she could only suck helplessly
> as the Zero Squadman choke XXXXed the last vestiges of her
> humanity from her quivering body.
> Meanwhile, Jaycie was being fitted with a strap-on dildo
> featuring glass shards lining the length of the hard rubber
> cock-shaft. A gun was jammed in her mouth, and she was
> being forced to fellate the barrel. “You will XXXX your
> chunky little friend’s pussy to shreds with your dildo, or
> we will kill you,” Razor hissed at the catatonic blonde teen.
> “No,” Jaycie just kept whispering over and over again
> while Razor’s men jeered at her and mocked her. She couldn’t
> fight the strong hands that forced her down over Amanda’s
> carved-up body as one of the men teased the deadly cock-head
> of the dildo against Amanda’s pouting pussy. Even more shock-
> ing to Shannon was the fact that her teammate’s cunt was virtually
> untouched by the Razor’s inhuman touch. If she would have
> understood Razorman’s particular pathology, however, this
> wouldn’t have been such a mystery.
> Razor’s all-consuming hatred for females meant that he
> always spared their most intimate parts for last. Ravaging
> a victim’s cunt and XXXXXXX were the coup de grace,and he always
> delayed the gratification for as long as he could. Their
> obliteration was his orgasm, the only one his twisted mind could
> fathom now since losing any semblance of humanity in the jungles of
> Southeast Asia.
> “Oh, God, please ....” Jaycie screeched as she helplessly
> watched the men force her into entering her friend’s pussy with
> the glass-sharded dildo.
> “Now XXXX her, or you both die,” Razorman motioned to
> one of the Zero Squadmen who inserted the barrel of his
> pistol back between her gasping lips. “It’s your choice. You
> shred her cunt, and you’ll both live. Don’t and you both die!”
> “No ...” Jaycie blubbered, “no ...” she wept as she patheti-
> cally did the only thing she could to stay alive.
>
> “You sick bastards will pay for this,” Shannon hissed
> under her breath as Nick dragged her to where the four Aryan
> skin-heads were passing Dominique Dawes mouth between their hard,
> white, tattooed pricks like it was a water-bong at a Grateful
> Dead concert.
> “Come on, you little monkey cunt,” Snake, the leader of
> the skins, berated her. “I thought you nigger bitches was
> supposed to be great cocksuckers. My seven-year-old sister
> gives better head than you.” He took his cock out of her
> ravaged mouth and slapped her hard across the teeth. “Now,
> let’s try this again. Say it! Say it how I just taught you,”
> he snarled.
> “Can I’s suck yo big white cock, Massa,” Dominique
> asked mechanically, all remnants of self-respect and racial
> pride choke-XXXXed out of her perfect ebony body.
> “She’s getting better at that,” one of the skins giggled
> as he spanked his meaty white cock-head against her temple
> and shot a glob of hot splooge into her ear. “I like the way
> she says ‘Massa’. She’s a cute little monkey cunt. When
> we’re done, can I take her home with me and keep her in
> my closet like a good little mouth-slave. How’d you like
> that, girl. You sit in my closet for the rest of your life,
> and the only time you ever see any light is when I come
> in three times a day to feed you a helping of hot white
> protein. Would you like that, girl? Being my good little
> nigger veal-cuntlet mouth-slave. Huh, girl?”
> “Yessa, Massa,” Dominique Dawes answered robotically,
> like a good little XXXX toy. “I’s be yo’ good li’l niggah,
> veal-cuntlet mouth-slave ...”
> “She’s so cute for a monkey cunt,” another skin
> jammed his spurting prick into her upturned nose, and
> flooded her nostrils with a spunk injection that sent
> her choking and retching.
> Her mouth lost its hold of Snake’s cock, and he slapped
> her again. “I told you to concentrate, XXXXX,” he pulled
> her kinky hair and she grimaced in pain, but didn’t cry out.
> “Here, you take her,” he handed her head to another skin,
> who pried open her jaws and began pistoning his cock into
> her gurgling throat with a frenzied pace.
> “Tag!” another skin raised his hand and slapped the palm
> of the skin raping the beautiful black teen’s throat. She didn’t
> bat an eyelash as her head was again passed to another strong,
> masterful hand, while her mouth yawned open to accept yet
> another tattooed prick.
> While she sucked, Snake got behind her and forced her
> to bend over on all fours, slapping her muscular black XXX
> with a series of brutal thwacks as he coerced her into arching
> her back properly to accept his beefy tattooed prick into her
> dry, unlubed XXX. Finally, with this violation, she let loose
> an agonized yip that brought a chorus of laughs from the
> partying skins.
> “Little monkey cunt doesn’t like her black XXX humped,”
> one of the skins pinched her firm black titties and twisted
> her nipples. “Now that’s not very respectful of your Massa,
> is it?” he jeered, as he continued twisting the hard, black
> kernel of her teenage nipple. “Tell your Massa you’re sorry,
> girl. Beg him to keep XXXXing your dry, tight, little black XXX.
> Beg him!” he began to tear her nipple off slowly, and the pain
> was unbearable.
> “Please XXXX my dry tight black XXX,” Dominique wept now,
> the tears streaming down her face another meaty skinhead cock
> jammed down her windpipe and Snake furiously blasted apart
> the taut cheeks of what had once been her spectacularly shaped
> virgin black XXX. “Please, Massa,” she blubbered. “XXXX my
> black XXX good. I’s be your good little niggah XXX-slave, Massa.
> I’s be good, Massa. I’s swear. Just XXXX my black XXX, Massa.
> XXXX my tight, teenage black XXXXXXX raw ...” she was babbling
> stupidly now, the words pouring out like an instinct, an instinct
> to serve her true Aryan masters as the XXXX-toy, XXX and mouth
> slave she had been bred to become.
>
> “Let’s go check on your little gook friend,” Ray yanked
> Shannon by the hair and dragged her over to where Amy’s
> naked, athletic body was lashed and crucified on the high bar
> of the uneven bars. The cute Asian American teen was struggling
> with every last bit of her strength to keep herself from drooping
> down. When this happened, as with all crucifixions, the body’s
> weight compressed on the lungs and painfully began to suffo-
> cate the victim. Unlike hanging on a cross, though, this
> particular set-up made it even harder for the victim to gain any
> leverage to support her body because there was no crossbar to act
> as a brace for the legs. Amy’s face was wracked in extreme
> agony as she tried to keep herself alive, but after a minute of
> holding herself steady, fatigue would set in and her muscles
> would give out, and she would slump over into absolute,
> suffocating anguish until she mustered the adrenaline to
> right herself again.
> Ray stared at Dragoncock with a newfound sense of
> respect. The chink obviously new his stuff in the sexual
> torture department. While Amy fought to stay alive, the chink
> was sticking needles all over her body, sending her into epilep-
> tic convulsions that looked absolutely orgasmic. Her eyes
> rolled back into her forehead with every prick of the needle,
> and Nick could see the glisten of teenage XXXX juice sopping
> her sparsely-haired, virgin pussy.
> “Look at her,” he tugged at Shannon’s hair to make sure
> the young cunt was paying attention. “Look at her wet
> cunt.” He yanked her hair again and dragged her over
> to the tortured teen. Dragoncock sneered at Ray Gordon
> as the cunt commando nodded approvingly. “Guess they
> do teach you guys something over in Chinkland,” Ray
> smiled.
> “We invented systematic torture,” Dragoncock whispered,
> his eyes glazed over with the kind of demonic spirituality
> that always overcomes the true sadist. “Her body is reacting
> with multiple orgasms every time I apply a needle to one
> of her pressure points. The practice is rooted in Qi Gong.
> She is literally XXXXing herself to death.”
> “Feel this,” Ray grabbed Shannon’s hand and forced
> it up into Amy’s sopping wet snatch. “Feel how wet that
> is. That’s why you cunts will always be our slaves. You love
> to be dominated, subjugated. You crave it. It’s what
> makes you complete, makes you a cunt. There,” he worked
> Shannon’s hand in and out of Amy’s tight teenage pussy.
> “That’s it, get your XXXXing fist up there,” he scrunched up
> the gymnast’s small hand in his own and forced it deeper into
> Amy’s pulsating sluice. “Can you feel the way her cunt walls
> clamp down on your hand? That’s because she wants you
> to jam it deeper. It’s making her cum. Her young cunt is
> chasing that cum, trying to squeeze it out of your hand.
> Can you feel that?”
> “Yes,” Shannon gasped in spite of herself. “Yes,”
> she repeated. “I can feel it.”
> “If you persist in this,” Dragoncock interrupted, “the climax
> will be severe enough to induce a stroke.”
> “Thanks for the warning, doc,” Ray chuckled as he grabbed
> Shannon by the back of her head and forced her face into Amy’s
> steaming pussy. “Why don’t you lick it, cunt. Lick her cunt,
> just like you’ve always wanted to do. She’s helpless. Your
> under my domination. You have an excuse. You can tell every-
> one I forced you to rape her with your tongue. You can go
> into some victim support group later and pretend that you
> didn’t want to taste her cum in your mouth as you XXXX her
> to death with your tongue. You can do all that later, cunt,
> but right now just do what you want to do, what comes natur-
> ally to all cunts. Eat her pussy, cunt. Lick her clit ...” he
> cajoled her as he mashed her face deeper into the Asian teen’s
> boiling cunt. “That’s it ... that’s a good cunt ...”
> Shannon didn’t allow herself to think about what she was
> doing. It was too horrible to even contemplate. That’s why she
> just allowed herself to be dominated by the commanding, some-
> how soothing voice of the monster who had brought her to the
> brink of this abyss, and invited her to dive in. Her tongue
> curiously stabbed into her teammate’s convulsing cunt, and
> she felt a rush of awesome power as she sent Amy’s tender
> young body into the throes of a XXXX-quake so intense the
> Asian teen’s urethra involuntarily burst forth with a spurting
> shower of steaming piss.
> “That’s it, cunt,” Ray’s voice cut through the fog and
> guide her through the darkness of her own tortured soul.
> “Drink her hot piss, cunt, little piss drinking cunt. Now bite
> her clit ...”
> And Shannon did it, she did exactly as the bastard com-
> manded, clamping down on the teen’s engorged love button
> and biting her into another, even more spastic cum-quake.
> Now her bowels went totally slack, and loose shit spurted
> down her muscular legs. Ray didn’t have to guide Shannon’s
> mouth now. She instinctively ran her tongue along the
> trails of diarrhea that dribbled down Amy’s toned thighs,
> and licked the teen’s yellow skin clean.
> “Uuugglllgghhhh ...” Amy’s body twitched about in a
> gran mal seizure that contorted her body into a spastic mass of
> jelly. At this point, Dragoncock finally loosened the ropes
> lashing her to the beam and lowered her to the ground.
> Pushing Shannon aside, he now mounted the Asian beauty’s
> seizure-wracked body and jabbed his sturdy, seven-inch cock
> into her contacting cunt with one decisive stroke.
> “Traitorous whore,” he spit into Amy’s drooling, oblivi-
> ous face, remaining perfectly motionless as he allowed her
> seizure-torn to wrap his cock in a velvet tightness that milked
> his cock of unspeakable pleasures.
> “That’s beautiful,” Shannon heard someone whisper .. a
> female’s voice .. *My voice ... Me!* The revelation washed
> over her like an encounter with God. A short while before,
> she had told herself she knew the Truth of her situation, that
> the man grasping her hair was a demon, that she had suddenly
> found herself in Hell. But now all that cloudiness cleared
> from her vision, and she saw the light. This wasn’t hell,
> it was heaven. To be freed of conscience and consciousness.
> To be unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain,
> torture and orgasm, joy and utter devastation.
>
> Kerri Strug could not believe what was happening. It was like
> a nightmare, or worse yet one of those slasher movies she was
> always watching. It was like she was at the mercy of Freddy
> Krueger, or Jason, or Leatherface. The men tossed her body
> around like a rag dolls. She had always thought of herself as a

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> girl, an Olympic athlete, one of the strongest of the
> strong. Now she was nothing more than a powerless rag-
> doll ... a toy ... what had the man called her ... a XXXX toy.
> They had torn her skintight bodysuit from her like it wasn’t
> even there. They had sucked her tits, and gotten her nipples
> embarrassingly hard, and had jeered at her. Then they bent
> her tender young body over a pommel horse. Her plump,
> muscular XXX pointing straight to the sky, she was red with
> shame as they brutally kneaded her XXX-cheeks and poked their
> fingers into her dry, tight XXXXXXX. Then the flogging started,
> a whip cutting into round, taut XXX while she bleated like a
> lamb being slaughtered alive.
> When she thought things couldn’t get any more devastating,
> one man unzipped his pants and produced a hard penis which
> he made her suck while the men took turns flogging her XXX to
> a bloody crimson hue. She had never sucked a penis before,
> and the very thought of it made her puke what remained of
> her breakfast over the man’s boner. He laughed at this,
> though, and made her lick her own vomit off his penis, and
> then his ... his balls.
> This was really gross, and she barfed again, only this time
> it was a dry heave, and the men jeered again. “Look at her
> lick Teddy’s balls,” one mocked her. They laughed even
> harder as she kept trying to spit out the nasty pubic hairs
> that seemed to fill her mouth every time she licked his
> prickly scrotum. Then the man grabbed her by the hair
> and told her just to open her mouth and not move. She
> cried, but she complied, retching again as he plumbed the
> depths of throat with his penis, triggering her gag reflex with
> each thrust, then lodging his penis into windpipe and holding
> it perfectly still as she puked up air and spittle with a sickening
> gurgling sound. Then the men would count to see how long the man

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> leave his penis in her throat before pulling out.
> With each passing second, she thought this would be time he
> wouldn’t pull out, and she would suffocate and die with a
> hard penis stuck in her throat.
> She blubbered like a baby as this game proceeded, not even
> aware of the brutal beating her XXX was receiving at the hands of
> the sadistic men. Then the man in her mouth puled out his cock
> and held his pisshole right at her eyeball. Then, in a split

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> occurred to her what would happen next, and she
> barfed up air and spit again as he strafed her face and eyes with
> a load of hot, sticky, gross sperm.
> Before she could recover from the assault, though, another
> penis jabbed at her mouth and she helplessly allowed the next man to
> abuse her mouth as the first man had. Vaguely she was aware that the
> other men around her had formed a line behind
> her exposed butt, and that they were pulling their penises
> and joking with each other about “sloppy seconds” and “floppy
> fourths.” She didn’t understand what they were talking about
> until the first man stabbed his prick into her tight dry XXXXXXX
> with a viciousness that made her bawl at the top of her lungs.
> Suddenly the cock in her mouth was almost a comfort, a
> pacifier almost, like she was a small crying child suckling
> at her mother’s breast. She sobbed silently now as the
> penises in her mouth spurted their disgusting sperm only to
> be replaced by yet another hard, angry penis. There were so
> many hard angry penis hurting her body -- slamming into
> her throat, battering her XXXXXXX until blood and shit dribbled
> down her legs. And the train of hard angry penises just
> stretched on in front of her and behind her into infinity.
> The sounds of their voices as they congratulated each
> other when they mad her squeal or grunt or groan or moan.
> As one particularly savage man stabbed his penis into her
> intestines, she lost control of her body completely, and she
> felt an orgasm rip through her tummy. It felt so bad and
> so good at the same time. Not like when she did it to herself
> in bed at night, but so much deeper, so much dirtier.
> And then she was aware that she was really sucking the
> penises invading her mouth. When she was presented with
> two penises at once, she didn’t even hesitated before trying
> to take them both at once. Her mouth watered just like it
> did when she was hungry, and she felt herself trying to
> fill the need that was now growling in her tummy. The need
> for another orgasm, this one even deeper and dirtier than
> the last. She bucked her hips back to meet the upward thrust
> of the man screwing her XXXXXXX. If she slammed back just
> hard enough and he was thrusting just deep enough, the
> collision resulted in a delicious feeling in her cunt as the
> nerve endings banged into her cervix.
> She was bouncing back and forth like a kid on rocking
> horse, oblivious to everything but chasing the cum that
> hovered at the borderlines of her consciousness.
> “That’s it, Kerri, XXXX that big cock ...” she heard a voice
> cheer her on. But this was a female voice, a voice she knew.
> “XXXX her XXX good. XXXX her hard. Make her cum with that
> big cock raping her XXX.” *Shannon ...*
> Kerri lifted her eyes to see her teammate kneeling at the feet
> of the leader of the bad men. Shannon was playing with her
> cunt and using her other hand to pull the leader’s penis while
> she sucked it submissively, lovingly. Kerri smiled. She wasn’t
> alone. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She gritted her teeth
> and went back to slamming her XXX down on the man’s penis,
> chasing her next cum, and the next one, and the one after that.
> Thank God, she had all these men and their hard angry penises
> to XXXX her XXX and mouth.
> “XXXX me ...” she squeaked. “XXXX my XXX, mister. Rape
> me ...”
>