Ever have one of those nights when you're tracking several girls and no matter what happens, you're just a little bit behind the eight ball? You show up, cam to the target, beautiful looking defenseless girl, waiting to be plucked and BAM, another tracker rezzes in forty meters in front of you and grabs her.
Well, imagine that occurring every. damn. time. all. night. long. Yeah, you'd get a little frustrated.
Then it occurred to me, what if I merely started keeping an eye on the hunters? I mean, they can't all stay online all night long, can they? They've got to take their eyes off of their prey sooner or later, even if its to hit the can. Yeah, I think that's a better strategy.
So, I find a good looking target that I want, approach her, and sure enough, another tracker gets her first. Only this time, I avoid taking photographs. I avoid any obvious signs of gathering intel. I just watch, and follow. He takes her to a beat up tenement in the warehouse district, beats her, rather brutally, and proceeds to use her. Now the odds of my strategy paying off on the first attempt are a long shot at best, so there's a good chance we're going to be stuck watching this same activity countless more times. But wait a minute. I wouldn't be blogging if this particular stake out had been a waste of time, now would I?
Sure enough, he's got to go take care of something in the real world for about half an hour, but he'll return. My long range listening devices are in serious need of an update, so I sincerely hope he said thirty minutes, and not thirteen. I'm good. I aint thirteen minutes good.
As soon as he's out the door and logged out, I break in thru a back door, much to the young girl's surprise. She actually thought I was there to rescue her. Ha!
A quick slap across her whiny face and the ripping off of her bra, and that pretty well dispelled any fantasies of a rescue or a knight in white.
Keeping in mind that time was of the essence, I quickly relieved the girl of her panties and pulled her down onto the bed so she could begin getting me off. I'd like to point out at this time that I was very comforted by the public service announcement hanging on the wall of the kidnapper's lair. Nothing ruins a kidnapper's neighborhood quicker than crime.
Within a few minutes, the girl had me worked up, rather eagerly I might add, and we quickly began getting to know one another. Note the bruising on the girl's back. I swear this was not my handiwork. The girl scraped her back when she accidentally fell down three flights of stairs while brushing her hair.
It didn't take long for my internal clock to begin buzzing letting me know that we were quickly approaching the thirty minute time limit, so I took matters into my own hands and begin vigorously fucking the poor girl.
A few minutes of this and I was pretty well relieved of any and all frustration that had been gathered earlier this lovely evening. Of course, I always have a good supply of duct tape and blindfolds on hand, so I left her would be kidnapper an early Christmas present.
Here's hoping all my readers and followers have a BAD day! If I don't get the opportunity to blog before the end of the year, BAD Holidays to you all!
P.S. BDS skirts and/or pants make excellent Christmas gifts. You just leave the gift wrapping up to us trackers. "wink"