Wednesday, December 15, 2010

May I Cut In?

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"

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

What the...?

I sometimes have the strangest conversations with my prey as a tracker.  Every so often one will say something totally out of left field, or give me some piece of information that I just can't quite believe.  So imagine my shock when a couple of girls made mention of a tracker keeping a collection of pictures of all their prey.  Sure, we all keep some sort of souvenir, but to hear these girls tell it you'd think this tracker had caught every girl wearing Sassy's products.  I had to laugh.  Until they told me where I could see for myself.  This photo only represents a fraction of this tracker's prey.  Talk about diligence.

A Who's Who of prey.  Now I've seen everything, and from the looks of it, so have most of you!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Up, Up, and Away!

After far too long of a break, I'm returning with a super sized bang.  First night officially back on the prowl after a long break and I come across this lovely little dojo with an inattentive hovering Supergirl.

So, what else is a tracker to do?  I quickly pulled out my kryptonite laced handcuffs and donned my own superhero disguise, for purposes of sneaking into the superhero dojo.  You'd think they'd at least come up with a secret handshake or something more secure.

Once inside, it was a matter of seconds before I had the napping heroine subdued.  Check out my superhero disguise.  Its like taking candy from a baby.

From there, all I had to do was use my kryptonite laced scissors to slowly remove her super clothing.  Supergirl never looked this good on tv.

Now, how to penetrate her body with no risk of harm to myself?  Got it!  I merely rub kryptonite laced gel over my cock and presto, Supergirl is left defenseless.  Not even her teeth can hurt me.

Of course, it was only a matter of minutes until it became apparent that I need not worried about any harm as Supergirl showed herself to be a very compliant lover, even calling me by some archaic nickname, Dr. Tzin-Tzin?  Whatever, I just track 'em and use 'em.  I don't judge.

Anyway, it didn't take long from the oral warm-up before I had supergirl on her hands and knees and was penetrating her last defenses.

After much exertion and panting on her part, okay, a little bit on my part too, it was obvious that Supergirl was in no shape to fight crime.  So, the gracious tracker that I am, I bound her in kryptonite laced duct tape and left her safe and secure for any of her fellow justice leaguers to find.

Here's hoping the rest of you had a Super Bad Day and remember, good guys aren't the only ones that get to wear a red S.