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Chapter 2 – The First Victim
“Don’t you have a blanket or towel? Come on, ANYTHING! And dammit, stop looking!” cried Lizzie at Amy’s wandering eyes.
“Lizzie, the bug left nothing. Even my oh-so beautiful rug…” answered Amy. “Listen, you stay here while I go track the bug down. I have to catch it before it does anymore damage.”
“Am I just to stay here naked in your house? Can’t you at least give me your underwear? No one will notice your lack of bra and panties under your brown pants and gray T-shirt.” Suggested Lizzie “Well, maybe the bra…”
“Liz, I am hunting down a bug that eats clothes! I could easily become the hunted myself. I am going to wear as much clothes as I can. I don’t want only one layer between my skin and the world.” Amy said, to which Lizzie responded with a miserable little whimper. “What if someone comes in to the house?” she asked, almost crying.
“Don’t worry, I am not expecting anyone. The door will be locked, and if someone knocks, just don’t answer.” reassured her Amy.
“But wha…” began Lizzie. “Enough Lizzie! We are wasting time! I have to go NOW! As we speak it is probably searching for more food!”
Meanwhile, outside Amy’s house, red-headed eye-candy Margaret had just parked her car near the neighboring home, while reviewing in her head her night out - “Man, was that a splendid evening. Joshua is such a nice guy. And he loves me so much. He will do anything for me… I think I’ll send him a thank you message to his cell phone.” As she exited her car, she pulled out her cell phone. She noticed it was extremely low on battery. “Goddamn this stupid phone. This battery is worth shit. Better send the message quick.” She typed the message while walking towards her front door. She should have concentrated on her walking as one of her high-heels shoes got momentarily stuck on a sewer hole and she almost fell. “Phew! Almost…”
She got to her front door and her hand went to take the key out of her back pocket. However, there was no pocket. “What the hell?!” she was completely stupefied. All she felt were torn remnants in her backside. Her ass and cute pink panties were completely showing through a HUGE hole in her fancy jeans. “How could I have done that?” Margaret asked herself as she waved to move away a small butterfly in her face. She felt quite vulnerable, but it was almost 3 A.M. and she could easily stick to a wall, so she knew her dignity was relatively safe. However, she now must find her keys so she can escape.
“It must have ripped somewhere in the car, so the keys must be there”. Margaret carefully made her way back to the car, while scanning the ground for her keys and covering her tush with her hands. At least she still had her car-keys from the front pockets. Except, again she was wrong – her hand only felt soft and tender skin. “Great Scott! WHERE ARE MY PANTS!!!” she screamed and immediately regretted it. However, quick to react as she is, she jumped behind some bushes, right as she saw some of her neighbors look out their window to find out what’s wrong.
“Oh god, please don’t let this happen… please don’t let this happen… please…” she kept mumbling to herself like a mad person. She had no idea what was happening but was determined more than ever to find her keys. She peeked to see if any faces watched through the windows. When she saw that it was clear, she snuck slowly towards her car and peeked into it to locate the keys.
Little did she know that 2 curious eyes were indeed upon her. “Is that… Margaret? Oh, this is too good to be true.”
They weren’t in the car, she concluded. “Great, that means they are out here somewhere. I must have missed them on my first go.” calmed herself Margaret. And so Margaret retraced her steps again, but this time it was quite nerve wrecking. “Omygod, any moment someone might see me… I look ridicules with my knickers out shoving my face into the ground in the middle of the night… And they all know me… Come on dammit, where are you?” Still no luck. And then it struck her as she slowly turned her head towards the sewer hole. “Please, don’t…” wished Margaret. “Yep, just my luck.” She saw after close inspection of the hole. “There is no way I can get them now.”
She returned to the bushes, defeated. But this time she had some company. Not a person, but a small butterfly that landed on her arm. “Nope, that’s no butterfly, it’s a moth. You are kinda pretty though.” Margaret loved all animals, and inspecting this insect’s physical form has helped to distract her from her absurd situation. But what was about to happen was to be far more absurd than anything that happened so far. Without any warning, the moth had begun to devour her shirt with incredible speed! “Wooohaaa !!” yelped Margaret. She jumped and waved her hands all around like a monkey, hoping it will fly away. She flailed around and around and after about a minute of humorous dancing, she stopped to breathe a little. Only now she saw small remnants of her shirt on the ground. It is a shame she didn’t wear any bra underneath it, her DD sized boobs now feeling the cool air of the night making her nipples erect. Margaret eyes were beginning to tear. She couldn’t absorb the constant misfortune.
She saw the moth calmly fly near her. “YOU! You did this to me you freak. Where the hell did you come from, anyway?” said Margaret in tremendous anger. And then the moth bolted towards her panties. Margaret, half expecting this dreaded moment ran for her modesty at surprising speed, waving around her hands like crazy. However, it didn’t help against this mighty power. She soon felt the breeze on her completely shaven pussy.
And Eddie made sure to zoom in on that hairless beauty. The camera was recording everything. He caught her silly dance before, her running around, and now he caught her most intimate spot on tape. He then went all the way down to her perfect feet, slowly going upwards again, taking in the view. Up to her slender belly with the cute piercing on it’s button, all the way to the most luscious hooters he has ever seen, then to her beautiful neck and then to her furious face. “OH SHIT!” she saw him! And so Eddie bolted back to his house. He had a treasure in his hands and he wasn’t going to risk it.
“Damn, that bastard got away… If only I could see who it was… I wonder how much did he catch on that camera?...” the thought of her nakedness on someone tape, for him to do as he pleases made her sick and humiliated. However, lady luck has finally smiled upon her. “My phone!” she said as she spotted it near her car. She quickly picked it up and returned to the bushes. As she made her way, she couldn’t help but notice her brunette neighbor, Amy, coming out of her house, holding a butterfly-net. “Why that wh*r*, she made that thing!” realized Margaret. “Of course, I should have expected that after all the horrible things she did to me.”
Amy did nothing of evil to Margaret, at least not on purpose. However, to be Amy’s neighbor is to expect the unexpected. At the very sight of Amy, Margaret recalled one of the worst incidents, something she prefers not to remember given the option:
It was a sunny day, and Margaret was at her house. She was enjoying a well deserved day off, when the urge came to her again. She didn’t have a boyfriend, like Joshua, at the time and used to relieve “stress” by herself in the privacy of her bedroom. And so, she giggled to herself and went there with eagerness. She closed all the windows; made sure the door was locked (just in case) and snuggled inside her large bed. She began by massaging her breasts passionately with one hand while taking off her pants and knickers with the other. Then came the fantasies with her eyes closed. In her head a big hunk was going down on her with his most talented tongue. She fingered the pleasure zoned in ever increasing speed, trying to absorb herself in her fantasy. This time she could almost feel the tongue where she wanted it most. She didn’t even need her fingers anymore. She could vividly feel it there. She almost finally had her full orgasm, something she wished for disappointing months, when she opened her eyes, only to see a real pussy licking her pussy!
When Amy heard the scream all the way to her down to her basement she only thought to herself – “Blimpy! What have you done this time?”
Back in present time, Margaret quietly said to herself. “Oh, I’m gonna get her this time. She have crossed all lines that could possibly exist...”
YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE
Joshua picked up his cell phone. “This better be good…” he said to himself.
*From “My Sweet Margaret”:
THIS IS URGENT. NO BATTERY. COME NOW! BRING ME CLOTHES.
To Be Continued…