Message-ID: <192305Z28111994@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an113322@anon.penet.fi
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Organization: Anonymous contact service
Reply-To: an113322@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 28 Nov 1994 19:14:25 UTC
Subject: PLA Tiger (gay, mf)
Lines: 283


Here is about my cousin. He does not know how much I hate him. He is PLA
officer. He sends me email about him. Don't be like him!!!!

Cousin, how are you? Are you surprised to be reading this? You should
not be. I am now with the glorious Tiger Brigade attached to the 8th
Route Army! Ever since the war with the running dogs in 1979, I have
been rising in the PLA. Now, I have the glorious duty of protecting our
socialist progress as a chasm-leaping, mountain-splitting Tiger. And
where is my prey? The gwei who would corrupt our countrymen. I will
listen to their calls, read their computer mail, follow their meetings with
enemies of China and discover their plots against China. And I will smash
them!!!!

So, this is why I can send you this mail at your university. I have
received special training in English, business, and computers. I have an
email account so as to be able to present the image of a modern
businessman. I want you to know my duties and my successes, so you can
remain firm in your love and duty to China. And I want to protect you
from the gwei who will tell you lies about us.

I am posing as a businessman. When I travel, I am sometimes a student.
Now, I am in Beijing, assigned to watch some gwei and some ABC. I
followed the gwei from the summer palace to the hotel lounge next to the
Hard Rock Cafe. I watched him go in. I was sure he was looking for
flowers of the mist. Well, I was wrong.

He spent the entire night talking to a Chinese young man. They drank a
lot, with the gwei paying. Occasionally I came close enough to listen
in. They did not seem to be talking politics. Around 11, they went to
the hotel. I followed them up to his room. I am ashamed to say it, but
it was only at that point that I realized that they were hole and corner
boys. Yes, these disgusting AIDS carriers had come to China.

I walked past them as they went into his room. They had just violated at
least three laws. I decided to let them violate a few more. After
waiting 45 minutes, I used my skills to open the door. The fool had not
set the chain or latch. These would not have stopped me, but they would
have slowed me down. More importantly, it might have caused noise. I
wanted to surprise them in their disgusting activities.

Cousin, I can never understand why the West is so tolerant of their
corner boys. They spread AIDS all around the world, and then use it as
an excuse to become like normal people! I have heard they even try to adopt
little boys that they can corner as they grow up. What boldness! How can
they dare to do such a thing after they let loose such a plague upon the
world? But, they will not do such things here. Not while the Tiger is on
the
prowl!

As I entered, I got out my camera. Proof would be useful at the trial,
but not necessary. The Chinese was on his hands and knees, with the gwei
behind him. Of course, the gwei would force the corner boy to be
submissive. Those days of foreign domination were long gone. But here
the corner boy was recreating it. I wanted to smash them both on the
spot! But, the thought of getting their AIDS blood on me made me stop. I
was not afraid to die for China, but not like a corner boy.

I took a few pictures, one that showed exactly where the gwei's spear
was buried. It was then that I noticed the table. There were drugs on
it!! The gwei was using opium to get his way! It was bad enough that he
was hole and cornering, but to bring opium into China!!! My blood
boiled, and I lost all fears of AIDS. As I realized all the humiliations
ever done to China were in this room, I exploded.

I roared a curse, and smacked the gwei right out of his boy! I then hit
the gwei under his ribs, just where it would deprive him of oxygen. I
watched him wheeze on the floor. I then grabbed him arm, twisted it
behind him, and snapped it at the elbow. The gwei howled in agony. I
then placed my foot on his ancestral egg. I crushed it slowly beneath my
feet. His screams were incredible. All this time, the other corner boy
was cowering in the corner.

Letting the gwei squirm in pain, I went to the other. He did not resist
as I tied his thumbs behind his back with plastic. I shoved a napkin in
his mouth, halfway down his throat. Let him gag on this, I thought. I
also took a cola bottle and shoved it up his bung hole.

By that time the hotel security had arrived. Showing my ID, I shouted at
him to explain how this could happen in his hotel. The manager soon
arrived. Begging me to show him mercy, he agreed to fake the records on
the gwei, showing that he checked out the next morning, and paid his
bill in full. He also agreed to give me a permanent room assignment, for
use in cases of state security. Full service and unlimited credit came
with the room, of course.

We moved the two to the back using the service elevator. All evidence
was marked for the local police. When the first unit arrived, I turned
everything over to them. After the room had been cleaned, I entered my
permanent room (just across the hall) to see who came to meet the gwei.
I also looked over his papers.

Cousin, I can not tell you my feelings when I realized this gwei was
with one of the "rights" groups that so often lie about our homeland. These
were concerned with special rights for corner boys! Is it not enough that
we don't hunt them down and kill them? No, they want to be even better than
normal people! I got a complete list of his contacts here. Soon, they will
have visitors. But not until we find out who all their friends are, so we
can collect them all for the party.

I saw that he was here with some woman with an American name and a
Chinese family name. She could be either from HK or Taiwan, or could be
ABC. Of course, she would not hesitate to meet with this gwei at the
hotel! She would be perfectly safe. Or so she thought. This little
activist was in for the surprise of her meddling life.

The next day I waited in the lobby for the ABC to show. She did around
10:00 AM. She went to use the house phone. She was medium height, around
157, with a 86-58-89 figure. Her black hair was cut short, and she had
on a plain white tshirt with black pants. She was quite confused when
she was told the gwei had checked out.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, he left, and paid by cash. He did not leave a forwarding address.
I wish I could do more."

I approached her. "Perhaps I could help you", I said. She looked at me,
with her big brown eyes. They had the slant of a true oriental. She
looked like a southern girl, even if her tits were somewhat larger than
usual for a southerner. I was slightly disappointed to see she had on a
bra. At least she was not completely decadent.

"Do you know my friend?" she asked.

"I know him slightly. We met last night. He left after breakfast today."
This last was to make her think I was a corner boy as well. It worked.

"You gays are always picking up new friends!" she laughed.  "We dykes
are so much more loyal than you. I think you are just like breeders,
sometimes!"

I smiled, but my head reeled. This was a flower vine?! And, breeders,
was that what they called normal people?? My anger rose to heaven and my
dedication fled to Java. Fortunately, I regained myself before she
noticed.

"He went to meet some people at a factory. That way a lot of people can
come, and no one will notice if a few foreign friends are there as well.
He asked me to take you there when you came."

"Well, OK, but I WISH he had told me in advance."

We went outside and hailed a taxi. I spoke to the driver, telling him to
take us to the Beijing rail station. I meant to go to one of the
industrial parks between Beijing and Tianjin. We had a factory/apartment
complex we could use for such business as I meant to conduct.

As I chatted with the driver, I realized that this bitch could not speak
Chinese! I asked her, and she replied that she could speak some
Guangzhou Hua, but no Guo Yu. She then started to tell me about how
horrible it was in the US. How Asians were discriminated against, and
how cut sleeves  were trying to get their rights. I was
sickened as I understood that she was grouping Chinese along with
Japanese and Koreans, and even with Phillipiners, Vietnamese, and
Indians! How could they have lost their culture to group themselves with
these? And, asking for special rights! As if any REAL Chinese needed any
extra help to be better than any 10 gwei! I rapidly came to know that
they are no better than blacks. And that hole and corners wanted to be
able to adopt children and get married and teach in schools! If they
want to be like normal people, why don't they act like normal people?

Cousin, don't fall for their slick talk and wagging tongues. As much as
I hated the capitalists before, I no longer feared them. With this type
of activity, they could not last long. The end for them may be sooner
than they know. Cousin, keep a bag packed!

We arrived at the factory after a train ride of 80 minutes, and a short
walk from the station. We then entered the building, and I escorted her to
the main office. It had air-con, and a large couch and desk.

"Where is everyone" she asked. I decided to end the play.

"You mean, where is your opium using, bung filling friend?", I roared.
"He is in the people's jail, where all such degenerate scum are! And as
for you, you also have illegal substances with you, and have been
meeting with criminals." The last was a lie, or I did not know it to be
true when I said it. But I thought she would react in a way to give me
ample charges against her. And I was not wrong.

"No, I was just carrying this for my friend, I don't even know what's in
it" she wailed, as she gave me a black plastic bag. I opened it and saw the
foreigners curse upon China, opium. I showed it to her.

"On god, oh god, I didn't know, please please don't hang me!" Stupid bitch,
she confused China with Malaysia!!!

"Why should I not let you face the people's justice?" I asked. "What can
you possibly offer in way of compensation for your crimes?"

"I... I could tell you about the others in my group. You know, most of them
are really not people of color. They are just whites who want to dominate
our struggle for equality. We only ally with them since we need their
money."

Cousin, see how quickly she was to sell out her comrades! And again, notice
how she groups Chinese with those colored people. I tell you, it was really
sickening.

I looked at her heaving chest, how her nipples had poked through her shirt
in her terror. The sweat was flowing down her face, staining her shirt. She
was pretty, and quite desirable. Why shouldn't this ABC service a member of
the PLA? Hadn't I risked my life against the Viet dogs, and continually
since then, even the previous night? Why should she not pay her debt,
starting with this representative of the people?

I walked over to her, and shoved her to her knees on the floor. I ordered
her to undress.

"What, you want ..."

SMACK! My hand had the familiar sting of flesh on it.

"I said, undress. If I do it, you will not enjoy what comes next."

She looked at me, but saw only my jade hard anger. She looked down, and
slowly began to peel off her tshirt. She had on a very decadent lace bra,
which exposed a lot of her ample bosom.

She then kicked off her sandals, and took down her pants. She had on a type
of panty I had not seen before. It was normal on the front, but cut very
high up the sides. It was wet in the center.

I had her come, still on her knees, to me. I motioned for her to take down
my pants, and let loose the proud warrior. Thrusting magnificently, he
stood waiting. She took the warrior in hand, and guided it to her ruby
lips. Slowly she sucked it. Her pretty head bobbed back and forth, as she
faced the justice of the people. I let my hand caress her sweat soaked bra,
feeling her trembling breast. Her tongue circled my spear, and the
disgust she had earlier shown did not seem to affect her ministrations to
me. With one swift motion, I ripped off her bra. Two square greyish nipples
protruded. I then pushed her onto her back. She landed on her elbows, but
realized what was coming and lay back, and opened her legs and raised her
knees.

I then pulled off her panties, this time very slowly. I watched her face to
see her shame and fear as to her impending rape. I threw off my clothes,
and mounted her, placing my hands under her shoulders. I waited. She looked
at me questioningly.

"Put it in, bitch".

She reached down and placed the warrior at the misty gate. I entered
slowly, so as to better see her pain at my entry. She was amazingly wet,
and I entered easily. She winced, nonetheless.

As I started to stroke her, I sucked one of her nipples. She was breathing
hard, and sucked air in quickly with each suck of her nipple. I kept on at
her for a very long time. I then withdrew, and had her get on her hands and
knees.

Her back was scraped by the rough floor. Her hands and knees were being
rubbed raw, and sweat was dripping from her pert Chinese body. I slowly
placed my spear at the flower of her bottom. She looked around in fear,
begging with her eyes for mercy. She received none.

She was trying to decide if it would be more painful to resist my
penetration, or to attempt to submit. Not waiting for her decision, I used
my thumb to place the warriors head into the brown channel. A delicious
grunt was her response.

Her forehead knitted, and her eyebrows arched as I entered her completely.
I then pushed in and out as if in her misty gate. She grunted and breathed
in sharply.  I held her slim waist, and watched her breasts sway and drip
sweat as I ravaged her rear. Too soon, I felt the pressure build up. I sent
wave after wave of seed into her bowels. As I did so, she shuddered and
shuddered. I withdrew, and let her fall to the floor, limp.

After I had her clean my weapon, I allowed her to wash and dress. I then
returned her to her hotel, but only after getting a complete statement on
her and her friends activities. She was allowed to leave China, but the
gwei and his hole and corner friend were shot. We billed the hole and
corner boys family for both bullets.


This is the end of my cousins mail.  Dont be like him!!!


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