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Post by mutantx on Oct 11, 2004 18:49:04 GMT -4
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 11:29:03 GMT -4
There wasn’t much that was very special about Jennie Banks. She was average. Average height, average build….a very ordinary, average sort of girl.
She wasn’t as smart as a lot of other girls or particularly pretty, and if she was honest about it she was a little overweight. She was shy. Her teeth weren’t straight. She had freckles she always hated and her hair never cooperated a day in her life.
She was more than a little insecure.
But to Kevin MacTaggart she was the most incredible thing he had ever seen.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 12:14:40 GMT -4
That old fool Angus MacWhirter was almost as dried up and full of hate as Kevin himself had been for so very long. Kevin was on the brink of starving for what seemed like forever when the old man broke in to get his petty revenge.
Neither MacWhirter’s body nor his soul gave Kevin much to sustain himself.
It wasn’t long before Kevin once again looked for prey. The next one was strong and fed Kevin’s body, but his years of alcohol and his drunken state gave him little to feed his mind.
But Jennie was very, very different.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 15:00:48 GMT -4
She was already late for work that day when the tire on her beat up old clunker went flat. She’d never fixed a tire before.
On top of getting sacked for being late it looked like dirty work.
She thought she finally caught a break when the policeman stopped to help. Jennie greeted him with excitement as he stepped out of his patrol car.
But the kind man who owned the face she saw that day was already dead and couldn’t help her. Before she ever understood what was happening, Jennie Banks was dying too.
She screamed in agony when Kevin MacTaggart entered her mind.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 16:07:49 GMT -4
She was young. She was strong and healthy.
More than all of that, she was a female. As he entered her dying mind he was immersed in her personality and her femininity. There was so much that reminded him of his beloved sister, and yet so much that was very different at the same time.
In the years he spent alone, Kevin had grown into a young man. He had a young man’s aggression. A young man’s desires.
And he found himself inside the mind and body of a young woman.
He was in ecstasy.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 17:08:56 GMT -4
OOC: The post following this one contains material of an adult and very disturbing nature. If you do not wish to be offended, please skip it and move on to the next one.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 17:10:34 GMT -4
Destroying her gave Kevin MacTaggart indescribable satisfaction and pleasure.
It was the most intimate experience of his life.
He broke open her hopes and her dreams.
He ripped into her fears and insecurities.
He tore through her unspoken desires and her most personal secrets.
He invaded her sexuality.
And he ate them.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 12, 2004 17:12:32 GMT -4
He took over everything that she was. He consumed her body and soul. No remorse.
It was the greatest moment of his life.
But that was years ago, in a place long gone. As Kevin MacTaggart’s mind returned from oblivion, his thoughts were of Jennie.
And Moira.
And Christine.
He looked forward to being reunited with his family very soon.
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