Female Predator Audiobook By Annie Anston cover art

Female Predator

abductions, sex and murder

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Female Predator

By: Annie Anston
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 This is the tale of my journey from mild-mannered bookworm to volatile, unpredictable predator. It all began that day my two best friends and I took a road trip to checkout cute guys. Here are the details of our abduction by a woman named Mama and her family, our forced prostitution, rescue, and the aftermath. It is horror fiction and intended for the mature reader. Excerpts: Mama slid her hand down my chest and undid the top few buttons of my blouse. “What are you doing?” I asked, squirming to be released from Mama's grasp. “Shhh, just sit still, honey.” The old woman slipped her hand inside my bra. “She has nice, soft breasts, Papa.” He grinned broadly. “Stop that!” Mama pinched my nipple in response, hard. “Ouch! That hurts!” “Sit still, sweetie, or you'll hurt even more!” Mama placed her thumb over my eye and pressed down hard. “Either you cooperate, or I'll squash your eye. Which is it going to be, dear?” “Stop it, stop it!” “Well....which?” “I'll cooperate!!” - - - “I just want to say thank you, Ma'am. We were all raised to do whatever an adult tells us to do. I'm sorry we haven't been more cooperative. It was wrong of us. The three of us taking off our clothes for you, being forced to do those deviant things, was actually arousing. Being photographed without any clothes on felt so naughty it was fun, too. Enjoying such risque things would have been unimaginable a few days ago, and now I'm already looking forward to next time, so I just want to say thank you. We promise to try harder to please you and Papa, so please don't kill any of us, chop off any of our body parts or use the nail gun on us.” - - - “So you two just happened to be driving around the country, all your crap packed into the trunk and backseat of the car, and carrying two assault rifles, one with a professional thermal scope?” “Yep, and some pistols,” added Harper. - - - “How many have you killed?” asked Cindy as she bit into a bagel. “I don't talk about it,” I firmly replied. - - - Sex, domination, submission, suffering, pain, it's an intoxicating mixture. It's what we do here. It will be fun. You'll see.” - - - “If we both survive this nightmare, we should agree to meet up again one day..... Let's look for each other every year on this date at the Space Needle!” Neither of us took it seriously. It was our deluded way of making the fantasy of an escape seem real. - - - Freed and messed up, I go on a killing spree.... I got onto the bed and straddled Chrissy, pinning her arms between my legs, then leaned close and stared into the terrified girl's eyes. “You didn't give me my orgasm, Chrissy. Sad for me, bad for you.” I grabbed a pillow and in one quick move put it over Chrissy's face, pulled the pistol from my backside waistband and pulled the trigger, twice. The cushion muffled the sound. - - - “Welcome to our party, Slick. We're going to play some games,” explained Cindy. She displayed a hammer and nails, a vial of acid, a bottle of drain cleaner, a funnel, a hand drill, pruning shears, pliers, and various other toys. - - - Sandee brought out the collar, leash, lock, dog dish and ball gag as Marsha took off her clothes.....You will play a dual role, housekeeper and puppy..... The name Marsha is no longer appropriate, you are now Fifi.... If you find these terms acceptable, put on the collar. As soon as we hear it click shut, we'll consider it a signed contract, a done deal, your commitment.” Fifi picked up the collar, placed it around her neck, fumbled with its latch, then CLICK. - -- Literature & Fiction Disappearance
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