A literotic sexstories: Writers Block_(1) by rachel_7113
Hoping to hear from you soon.
Heather sighed and shook her head as she finished reading the e-mail. Most of the messages she got were okay. Just comments on her stories, either positive or negative. I loved it; I hated it, that kind of thing. Once in a while she got a message from someone suggesting a plot line for a story. Occasionally she chatted with other Internet authors, trading ideas or commenting on each other’s stories. But on mercifully rare occasions, she got one like this. Some sicko that couldn’t separate fantasy from reality.
She had received other messages from Slyguy123. At first, they had seemed harmless. Praise for her stories. Admiration for her writing style. But slowly, over time, his true self began showing through, dark and evil. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in fantasy. He was interested in rape. Real, terrifying, sadistic. And now he was suggesting she should tell him where she lives so he can visit her? So he can rape her? How could this idiot think she would even consider such a suggestion? This clown must have no concept of reality at all. Not a single clue.
Okay, so she wrote erotic literature for the Internet, and most of her stories dealt with rape. She wrote them because she enjoyed writing them, and because it aroused her to put her fantasies on paper. That didn’t mean she wanted some psychotic head case to actually get his hands on her. Nobody in their right mind would really want to be raped, regardless of their fantasies. In one of her stories, she had the main character, Miranda, burned at the stake at the end of the story. Did this idiot think that she wanted that to happen to her, too? Some people were just so stupid!
She deleted the e-mail without replying and gave it no further thought.
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Slyguy123 was sick. He was perverted and sadistic. However, in spite of what Heather thought, he was not stupid. In fact, when it came to computers, he was a genius. He had hacked into some of the most secure sites in the world and was never caught. He wrote viruses that were devastatingly lethal and unstoppable. And now, he was working on what would be his greatest achievement. He was developing a tracker.
The tracker was a program that could be appended to any e-mail message, invisible to the recipient. It would monitor the phone lines that carried the message from modem to modem, recording route changes and directories. It would monitor and track the progress of the carrier e-mail through the Internet system to its final destination. When the e-mail was opened, the tracker would immediately send itself back to the computer from which it had started. And, just like the police tracing a phone call, the tracker would return with the home address of the recipient of the original e-mail.
This would be a technological breakthrough. Once he had it perfected, he would be able to name his own price for the program. Governments, police agencies, intelligence groups, even private citizens would love to have the tracker. They wouldn’t get it, though. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in money. He had enough to meet his needs. He wanted the tracker for other, more personal reasons.
Slyguy123 was totally obsessed with developing the tracker. He was also totally obsessed with Heather. He had copied her photograph from the website where she published her stories and had printed it out. He had numerous copies of it posted around his computer room in various sizes. One was even blown up to poster size. He thought of Heather and her delicious fantasies every day. He knew that he was meant to be with her. That he was meant to fulfill her fantasies, her dreams. And he would. He would make her see that he was right. He would make her bend to his will. All he needed was his tracker.
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“Dear Heather,
I had been hoping to hear from you before this. It’s okay, though. I understand why you haven’t replied to my messages. It’s because you’re shy, isn’t it? That’s why you have to write about your fantasies, isn’t it? You’re just too shy to tell anyone about them face to face. That’s okay. You won’t have to worry about that for long. Soon, my dear, soon I will be with you, and then you will no longer have to fantasize. I will rape you just like you’ve always wanted. Brutally. Viciously. Repeatedly. Oh, yes Heather, I will drive my rock hard cock into every hole that you have. I will fill you with my cum. I will rape you until you can’t stand anymore, and then I will rape you again. By the time I finish with you, you will be limp, spent and exhausted. You will love it! I’ll bet just thinking about it has you sopping wet, doesn’t it? I’ll bet you can’t wait to see me. It will not be long, my love. It will not be long.
Yours,
Heather read the e-mail a second time and trembled. He sounded so positive, so sure that he could find her. Was there anyway that he could know where she lived? Had she inadvertently given him any clues when she had responded to the first few e-mails he had sent, the ones in which he sounded normal? She concentrated on it, thinking back. No. No, she hadn’t given him any information. Nothing that could lead him to her. But why did he sound so … so sure that he could find her?
Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was just completely full of shit. He could be just trying to scare her, to make her feel fear. She had him pegged as being sadistic, and maybe this was just part of his sadistic little game. Try to make her afraid, try to terrify her, and then laugh and beat off thinking about her being afraid.
But what if …… what if he could find her? What if he had somehow figured out where she lived? Maybe she should call the police. Call the police and tell them that … what? That she wrote rape stories for the Internet, and now some sicko was writing to her about rape? They would probably tell her that she had to expect things like that if she insisted on writing stories about rape. They would tell her that he was just some sick asshole writing about his fantasies, just the way she wrote about hers, and there was nothing to worry about. And even if by some miracle they did believe her, what could they do? How could they find him based on nothing but an e-mail address? They couldn’t. No. There was no sense in calling the police. There was nothing they could, or would, do.
Heather read the message again. He sounded so sure of himself. So positive that he could find her. And what would happen if he did find her? She had no doubts about that. He told her quite clearly what he intended to do to her. He would rape her over and over. Rape her until he had satisfied his perverted desires. And then what? Would he allow her to live? Or would her kill her in some sick and sadistic manner? Heather thought she knew the answer, and she felt a shiver travel up her spine.
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Slyguy123 thought that the tracker might finally be ready. He had worked on it long and hard, and the program seemed to be functional. It was time for a test. He would send an e-mail to a friend of his, someone whose address he knew. Then, if the tracker came back with that address, he would be ready.
“Jerry,
Just thought I’d drop you a line to see what’s going on. Things here are pretty much normal. Maybe we can get together for a beer later in the week.
Sly”
It was short, but that didn’t matter. He could have sent a blank e-mail. It was the attachment that was important. Setting the cursor over the paperclip on the menu bar, he activated the pull down menu. Selecting the proper file, he double clicked on it to append it to the e-mail. In this case, however, there was no indication on the e-mail that there was any kind of attachment. It was effectively invisible.
He hit “SEND”, then lit a cigarette and sat back to wait. It shouldn’t take long. It was Sunday, and Jerry, a true computer geek, always spent Sundays glued to his screen. He wasn’t really interested in Jerry’s response. The tracker should activate itself as soon as Jerry opened the e-mail. The tracker, in fact, should return home before Jerry even finished reading the message.
He had just finished the cigarette when the small envelope appeared in the lower right corner of his screen. Opening the e-mail, he saw the message in plain text.
“Tracker complete: Address of recipient:”
But there was no address. The space where Jerry’s address should have been was blank. Slyguy123 sighed. A minor set back. The tracker had been invisible, and it had activated itself and returned to its home computer. That was the big thing. He just had to fine-tune the program. Sooner or later, he would succeed.
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“Dear Heather,
I am amazed that you have not yet supplied your address to me. After all, we both know that you want me to come for you, don’t we? I am the culmination of all your fantasies, all your desires. We were made to play out our drama together. Are you just playing hard to get? Do you wish me to pursue you? Will that add excitement to our game? Very well. I will play the game the way you wish. It will only make things that much better for the both of us when I sink my cock in you for the first, but not the last, time. Yes, the first time. I so look forward to the first time, my dear Heather. Soon. Soon.
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