Thread: Mary Sue and the Vanished Virgins

For Dominic Zerbrechen the town he currently found himself in was almost too sugary sweet. Every time he looked out the window of the large home on a hill that he had rented for his time there he was reminded of the idealistic view that many American's had of the fifties, as if he had just walked into an episode of Happy Days and any moment Fonzie was going to ride his cycle down the street with a big thumbs up and a stupid smile for everyone around him. It was almost enough to make him ill and if not for his business in the town then Dominic would have never set foot here. There was however money to be made in this place, its idealistic mindset combined with the exceptionally well attended Catholic school made for a spectacular crop of beautiful young women to be harvested, primarily virgins... the sort of thing that certain people around the world would pay an immense amount for. It wasn't the first time that Dominic had done this sort of thing, at thirty five years old this would be the eighth time that he had repeated this process and he had made an immense amount of money doing it, practically obscene. He could have retired years ago, after his second hall but he loved his work, he loved to find these towns, to move in and live in the fringes, to take in a few girls to act as samples of what he could craft from the women here and then before he left pick out a dozen or so of the most beautiful and pure of the towns stock whom he would sell to those with the right amount of money and the right contacts to afford what he offered. Of course when he left he always took the young women whom he had broken as an example of what could be made... keeping them for himself in a collection of broken fuck toys at his permanent residence. Sitting in a chair before a large bay window Dominic smiled to himself, looking over the sun setting over the town as he sipped a glass of carefully aged single malt scotch, thinking over his work as one of his favorites approached him from behind, one of the first he had broken who he took with him almost to every job, she made a wonderful judge of what he and his clients would like, allowing him to find just the right morsels for his amusement. Hearing her kneel at his side Dominic barely spared her a glance, smirking at the latex habit which she was wearing. At a nod from him she began to speak, telling him of the young women at the school, how no one was questioning the two girls who had vanished as their less then stable home lives made them perfect candidates as run aways... well almost no one questioned the fact that they weren't there. The exception was the lovely daughter of the local police chief, little Mary Sue, who had asked questions about where her two school mates had gone too. Apparently the young woman was the sort who would always snoop around in other peoples business and was likely to keep looking, several local mysteries had been solved by her persistent insistence on do goodery. In the opinion of the fuck toy who was currently going by the name of Sister Prudence she might be some sort of trouble. But Dominic waved her concerned away, a little girl wouldn't be able to interrupt his work, several towns had been gone through already and not once had he even been close to getting caught. Ignoring the look on Prudence's face, knowing that she clearly wanted to be rewarded by his attention for her hard work Dominic made his way down into the basement of the home where he was residing to check up on his latest work, the two young girls who had been in his care for several days, the private surgeon he had hired had told him that Peal Tang's implants would be completely set by today and he had only just pierced Patsy O'Toole's nipples and clit that morning... it was time to see how his two new sluts in the making were turning out. As he opened the basement door he heard soft whispers that quickly died off as he made his way down the stairs, flicking on the bright lights in the basement. Girls, don't pretend you weren't just talking too each other. He scolded them, his voice mocking and his eyes hungrily moving over them. Now you can either tell me what you were talking about or I can just punish the both of you until I get bored. And with the way they screamed he would be entertained for hours.