Stalking Juicy Breeder

The sea floor showing the Puerto Rico Trench

The Photo: The sea floor around the BVI showing the Puerto Rico Trench in violet just to the east of the Virgin Islands. The trench is 800 kilometers (497 mi) long and has a maximum depth of 8,648 meters (28,373 ft) or 5.373 miles at Milwaukee Deep, which is the deepest point in the Atlantic Ocean and the deepest point not in the Pacific Ocean.

Juicy’s stalker: The other night I was tutoring Tom on ballet-sex a position. I was surprised he wasn’t familiar with where the woman is en pointe a la seconde bent over holding on to the barre or a table or chair back while her partner enters her from behind. It was late and after Tom had taken me several times and given me a series of marvelous orgasms my adrenaline was peaks so I stayed to work off the high and try to come down slowly to prevent the depression I get after exquisite sex. I was bourréeing back and forth across the studio when I heard the sound of footsteps across the floor and without turning thinking Tom was back asked him if he was having trouble sleeping.  Suddenly I was grabbed around my neck and thrown across the room. Fortunately I have the ability to land on my feet in most cases and managed to do it again just before I hit the wall with my back partially knocking the breath out of me. The first thing the man said was to ask why I’d changed my hair color to red since blond suited me much better. I’ve never been blond and I realized he must have mistaken me for Juicy.

Fortunately he had a knife rather than a gun with which he could have kept his distance to kill me. I was in no doubt that was what he intended because he went into a rant about how I was a tease and whore and he was going to slit me” all the way from your pussy to tits”. That really got my adrenaline flowing because I’ve never taken money for sex and I wasn’t anxious to get cut either. It was only later that I wondered why I never screamed and realized he still thought of me as Juicy and she may well have taken money for sex. I’m glad I didn’t think of that immediately. I was very very angry that a man was after me with a knife in my own home and it reached the point in my rage when things seem to go into slow motion and I tend to think very clearly. It was him or me.

I’m fairly good at reading body language and realized that he was going to lunge at me so I kept circling to prevent being backed in a corner and moved out on to the balcony from which there is a long three floor drop to a tile patio overlooking the cove. I feigned a run for the door and he lunged. I was wearing suede tipped GM pointes and had excellent traction and was able to stop and he missed grabbing me with his free hand as he rushed passed. He was still running as I used the energy in my forward movement to  kick him in the knee of his forward leg supporting all his weight. His knee joint shattering made a wonderful crunching sound followed by his scream as he hit the balcony railing and pitched headfirst over it followed almost immediately by a wet sounding splat as though a melon had been dropped and a heavy thud. After I stopped my lunge I looked over the railing. His brains were all over the tile patio and his broken knee allowed his leg to fold forward with the foot twisted backward.

Tidying up: I woke Jack and Juicy and told them what happened. Juicy said the guy had been stalking her for the past eight months and she thought she had been able to disappear successfully even though she had a court order in the UK to keep him from bothering her. She was very relieved that he was no longer capable of stalking her. We took the ID out of his pockets and burnt it and she slit his belly to allow decomposing gas to vent. Then we rolled the body into a tarp and cleaned the blood and spatter off the patio with bleach. We took the body down to the zodiac in a laundry cart and out to the Wanton Lass and wrapped and locked the tarp in 30 feet of heavy chain taken from a storage locker on the pier and took the Wanton Lass out into North sound and a 50 mile run out to the Puerto Rico Trench to dispose of the body. We had good weather and got back in time for morning ballet class.

We left the stalker’s rental sloop anchored in the cove after checking on board that he had left nothing to indicate an interest in Juicy. However, we did find three passports with his photo on them as well as cash in USD and Euros. Also he was keeping a scrapbook of clippings about his exploits as a bank robber in the EU where according to the stories he had killed at least three people in a series of robberies over an interval of eighteen months. Given that level of violence I wondered again why he hadn’t come for Juicy with a pistol rather than a knife. Rental boats are abandoned more than you might think. However, the security deposit usually covers any retrieval costs.

Security – adding Facial recognition: Given this security breach I’ve added a facial recognition feature to my HD surveillance system. All the workers and guests will have their faces mapped into the image DB and when the system is on only those people the system recognizes will be allowed anywhere in the inner perimeter and the villa w/o setting off an alarm.  Given the problem with Juicy’s stalker we erased the video of his attack and his accidental fall to the patio from the hard drive and server back-up. Fortunately we deleted the footage before it uploaded the day’s events to the cloud. So now the only record is the encrypted footage that I copied to a thumb drive that has been sent to my bank at home.

Burst disc venting scene – an update: We have changed the location from where we were initially testing the burst disc rupture scene. It was in a 30 ft deep part of the cove and Jack and I hit the bottom once while being tumbled which stirred up a lot of sand that wouldn’t be good if burst-girl was trying to get the reg in her mouth while in a cloud of sand. We came near being forced into the sandy bottom twice more while the venting was tumbling us. So we moved the location to the depression at the mouth of the aquifer outflow which is about 65 – 70 ft deep. It’s quite cold (about 65°) in the fresh water at the bottom, but we will be starting the scene near the surface in salt water with a temp in the mid 70s so Tom should be able to perform w/o problems from the water temp and if they get tumbled deeper there is seaweed growth on the floor which should cushion being forced into the bottom.  We also increased the size of the man’s tank from 80 to 130 cu ft HP steel. We hadn’t run out of air, but we came close once with us both sucking off his 80 and near panic we weren’t using air conservation techniques since we were just trying to survive. If they are forced to the bottom at 70 ft in fresh water our divemaster doesn’t think the overweighting will be enough to endanger the scene as long as the man’s BC is functioning.

‘Breeders’ & Taryn’s stalker

Ankle length training boots with shaft locks

‘Breeders’: The fourth year girls at St Lucy’s have begun calling ballet boots ‘Breeders.’ That’s because there has been an increase in the number of pregnancies among fetish girls in the area and most of them seem to involve girls who wear extreme heels; ballet heels, ballet boots, pointe boots or pointe trainers of one sort or another. None of the St Lucy’s teens have had unplanned pregnancies regardless of the footwear they have been wearing during encounters, a fact I attribute to the success of my Contemporary Sexual Health classes and our attention to detail when customizing a method of contraception to each student as an individual. When I hear a group of boot girls laughing about pregnancies of their booted contemporaries I caution them that no method of contraception is perfect so recreational sex is not risk free even though with a pool of screened males there is almost no chance of STIs.

The image accompanying this entry shows a boot fitted with a shaft lock the type typically worn by beginning ballet students at St Lucy’s. The girls are locked in their boots all morning during academics so they can more quickly adapt to the training regimen of the ballet school. It forces them to learn how to glide en pointe as well as go up and down stairs and increases their stamina for walking en pointe and keeping their feet pointed. Most of the girls seem to enjoy being locked in their boots as they get admiring looks from male teachers and are the envy of the other students who aren’t in boots. Leg cramps are held to a minimum by ensuring that the girls are getting the proper levels of minerals in their diets.

Taryn and her stalker: As I mentioned earlier in response to a comment Taryn (my 18 y/o Ward) usually has the GPS feature on her cell turned on – so I know where she is - when she is out but she had it turned off the other day because some guys have been stalking her. She and I met with the stalkers yesterday because she had asked them nicely to stop harassing her and they didn’t stop. The meeting wasn’t intentional on their part but we cornered them at the mall when we led them into a cul-de-sac. There were three of them. The leader is about 6’4” and 250 lbs of solid beef. And he’s the one who has the hots for Taryn. He thought it was funny that two small women who together don’t weigh as much as he does were intent on having him stop harassing Taryn. He thoroughly enjoyed telling us he had no intention of stopping and told us in graphic terms where we could put our concerns. Then he made the mistake of saying he’d been thinking of abducting her. That tore it! If I’d had any thought of letting him off easy when I heard the word abduction easy was no longer an option and he went to the top of my to-do list. The other two are hangers on and ball-players with their hands in the pockets of their jeans fondling themselves most of the time. So seeing to ‘Mr. Abduction’ will almost certainly correct the situation. If not then, like a thousand lawyers on the bottom of the ocean, it’s a good start. I know who they are and where they live and none of them have important friends in high or low places so they are playing w/o a net. It’s now just a matter of taking care of business.

More reader’s questions:

The Mk II Tac-suit: An interested reader asked for more information about the MK II Tac-suit that Taryn and I wear while on cleanup and scavenger missions. It’s made of a laminate with a layer of silicone rubber on the outside to protect against external fluids. A center layer of a Kevlar like material but much better and far more flexible which is the puncture proof layer and a 1mm thick puncture resistant self sealing layer of silicone rubber that is next to the wearer's skin. It's fabricated into a standard looking skin tight tactical catsuit. It's a great improvement in protection and it's about as stretchy as a regular latex catsuit

It has a gas proof double ended industrial micro-zip front zipper so the crotch can be opened for penetrative sex which is a feature I like in a Tac-suit though I wouldn't open it and chance spilling DNA material while on a hunt. A suit made of the new material is wonderfully comfortable and a delight to wear with the smooth silicone inner lining compressing my body... I pump to empty my breasts before I go on a job or out hunting but the MK II will expand enough to take an increase in my breast size if I’m in it long enough that my breasts fill again and I need to be milked. Knowing I’m protected from existing Taser cartridges is a great morale booster and I just love the ability to puncture an opponents Tac protection with the barbed needles of my C2 Taser if we should meet while I’m on a cleanup and scavenger mission. That way I can have her leave her DNA at the site or I can cuff her and spirit her off, taking her along when I leave.

Breast Petals: Another reader asked: “Any dangers to wearing breast petals with silicone.” Returning readers will remember I mentioned Breast Petals in my post of Sept. 8th saying that Taryn and I wear them under our MK II T-suits. I’m not entirely sure what the reader is asking. If there is a concern about the 100% Nylon Tricot of the BP ‘grabbing’ or adhering to the inner silicone skin of the suit (analogous to latex grab when using both condoms and a diaphragm or cap) the answer is no, there it’s no problem because when wearing them under a T-suit we coat the outer surface of the Petal with a tiny bit of Dive-Gel so it slips smoothly over the sweat dampened silicone against our skin. There is also no problem wearing Petals with breast implants of any kind. Breast Petals are single use devices and aren’t effective while diving as the adhesive isn’t waterproof. If this doesn’t answer the question I hope the reader will ask again.