Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-203

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## # ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ## ## #### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## # ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ Practical Redress ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "PRACTICAL REDRESS" by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu This is a brutal and violent story. If you dislike reading that kind of stories, I suggest that you immediately delete this one from your collection. "Justice is no problem for me. The law however..." (Phearless) My name is of no importance. The only thing you need to know about me is that I used to be pissed off, but that I now feel much better after I justified myself. The system tried to crush me without violence as they always do. They go for the weak human mind, implanting fear for the huge machinery that they run. I had never felt that special fear that many people suffer from and I never thought that I would be one of the scared citizens who looked away when they saw a police man or some other slave of the corrupted state. But suddenly, I was one of them. I felt guilty, marked. I saw myself as a criminal who had done something terrible. The state told me that I was a criminal and a thief who should be punished. So I trusted them. For a day or so. Then the anger began to boil inside me. I am not a criminal! I do not deserve to be treated like a pile of shit simply because I did a little mistake at that pub. I wanted revenge. I wanted to see the ones who had nailed me crawl before my feet and pray for mercy. If the system raped me, I could strike back. And you know what? I got it all. I got my sweet revenge. They wanted to play the game the hard way and I was supposed not to do any resistance. But I changed my mind. I struck back hard and without remorse. They never knew what happened. No one did. Let us begin. It was a normal evening down at the pub. People drank and got drunk, played dart or tried to get some good-looking member of the other sex to join them for next days breakfast. I was there, reading a newspaper while sipping on my third beer. It had been a hard day of working and since I had no wife, I could spend all evenings there without feeling bad. I like pubs, they make me happy. I like to have people around me, it makes me forget how lonely I am. The evening turned into late night but I did not leave. I just sat there and watched the people around me. Like all other nights, I began to feel drunk. It is a lovely feeling and I cannot live without it. I opened up my wallet to check if I could afford another glass of beer. I could not. I was broke. I cursed myself for having spent all my money on stupid things like food and the rent for my apartment. I wanted something more to drink and I could almost kill for it. I decided to check out the bar anyway, who knows what people drop on the floor beside it? So I walked to the bar, looked around, but naturally I could not find any coins or bills. I sat down on a stool by the desk and wondered what to do next. I had no money and I wanted to drink. Without any money, I could not get anything to drink! Then I saw the whiskey bottle. It just stood there in front of me. I knew it was not mine, because the bartender had just used it to fill up a glass. The bottle looked at me, smiled and said: "Steal me you sleazy drunk! You want me, so take me!". I looked around. No one would notice me doing it. The bottle was almost empty, there was perhaps only enough to fill up one or two more glasses. But it would do fine. I grabbed the bottle and placed it between my legs on the stool. Did anyone see me? "Hey you! What the hell are you doing?" Apparently, someone had seen me. I turned around and faced a young waitress who looked at me with angry eyes. I knew I was in trouble. With sweaty fingers, I took the bottle and placed it on the desk again. But that was not enough. Before I knew what had happened, the owner had called the police who sent two rude blue boys to grab me. I thought I was dreaming. I was arrested! For theft! Me! Who had never done anything wrong in my whole life. When I looked out the window of the police car and saw the owner of the bar thank the waitress I almost puked. How could they treat me like this? I had spent more money at that pub than anyone else and they should at least have given me a fair chance. But they preferred to let the state handle this. The two police men drove me to the station and interrogated me. I confessed that I had tried to steal the bottle. What else could I do? A couple months later, I was sentenced to pay five-hundred dollars. I could not believe my eyes when I saw the amount. At first, I cried like a child. I felt misunderstood. I did not mean to harm anyone, I just wanted to drink some whiskey. Why did they not let me apologize and then let me go? Why did they have to call the police? Questions without answers raged around in my head. Then I calmed down. I could not let them win. I had to take my revenge. For years I had owned an automatic pistol equipped with a very good silencer. I bought it from a friend just to have something that I could defend myself with. But I had never needed to use it, thank god. Guns scares the shit out of me. I knew that I had to wait before I took my revenge, so I spent three years keeping the gun well-oiled. Then it was time. My plan was very dull. I just had a faint idea of what I wanted to do. But I knew that if I kept calm and trusted my skill as a trickster, everything would go fine. My first target was the waitress. I entered the pub again and hoped that no one would recognize me. Of course, no one did. However, I did not expect anyone to do that - three years is a long time. I sat down by a table so the waitress would ask me what I wanted to drink. My pistol was strapped to a shoulder holster under my black suit. Actually, I just wanted to rise from the chair and fire a complete magazine into the crowd, but that would not be so slick. I had to go through with my plan. The waitress approached me. Did she recognize me? "Good evening sir, would you like to order anything?" She did not. Good. Yeah, I want your head on a plate. "Yes, a Becks Beer thank you." I said and tried to look friendly. "Coming right up!" she said and disappeared. I leaned back and watched the dirty ceiling. A fly walked around up there, unaware of my deadly presence. "Here you go! That will cost you two dollars!" the waitress said and placed the green bottle in front of me. If you knew what it will cost you, I thought. "Thanks. Here, have some tip.." I said and gave here five extra dollars. She blushed and said "Oh, thank you sir!" before she walked away. She turned and looked back at me, smiling. Excellent. She liked me. The evening turned into night. I ordered more beer from her and gave her five dollars all the time. I guess I had given her about thirty extra bucks when I decided that it was time to work. I rose from the chair and walked to the toilet. When inside, I checked that there was no one in the two cabinets. Then I walked out to the pub again and "accidentally" bumped into the waitress. I looked at her with serious eyes and said: "Oh dear, I just dropped my glass of beer on the floor in the bathroom. Could you help me wipe it up, it is so embarrassing..." "Of course..." she whispered with a smile. "No problem. Wait here!" She walked away and returned after a while with a broom in her hand. We walked to the toilet and stepped inside. It was no one there. Good. "Where did you drop it?" she asked and looked around with her blue eyes. "Oh, inside that cabinet!" I said and pointed at one of the white doors. She opened the door and looked inside. "But there is no..." she managed to say before I gave her a hard punch over the back of her head. She fell into the cabinet and down on the hard concrete floor. I immediately stepped inside and locked the door. She tried to rise but I knocked her to the floor again. She was completely disorientated. She did now know if to scream or to flee. Before she got the chance to decide, I pulled out my gun and pointed the silencer at her. "You better stay quiet or your pretty face will end up on the wall." I said and smiled. She did not do anything. She did not move. I unzipped my fly and revealed my mighty beast. "You have two choices," I said. "Suck my dick or suck my gun." Without hesitating, she reached for my cock but I stopped her. "Forget it! I will decide! Suck the gun!" I had to force the silencer into her mouth. It was rather wide but she could suck on it. "Come on bitch..." I whispered. "Suck it! Suck the gun! Use your tongue.. oh... that is better! You have done this before I see!" She sucked on the gun and tried to look like she enjoyed it. I grabbed my cock with the other hand and started to masturbate in front of her eyes. I stroked my shaft very gently and enjoyed the situation. After a couple of minutes I asked her: "Do you know what a dick does after a while of entertainment like this?" She nodded. But I guess she was rather unsure of what to do. "It explodes!" I said and shot my load into her face. She tried to pull her head backwards to avoid the white mess but she only banged her head into the wall. The gun was still in her mouth. "And now..." I said and forced the gun deeper into her mouth. "...now the other dick will come!" Before she got the chance to understand what I said, I pulled the trigger. A little bang could be heard and the bullet pierced her brain. Blood, brain and bones exploded over the white wall. Her head plunged backwards and then to the left side. Silence. Her eyes stared downwards as if she watched the stream of blood that began to emerge on the floor. I placed the gun back into my holster and zipped my fly. Then I used a screwdriver to lock the cabinet door since I did not want anyone to discover the body too early. I checked that my suit was clear of blood before I left the place. No one had heard anything in the noisy pub. The newspapers did not like my stunt at all. They raged about a sexual sadist who dared to kill innocent little girls without mercy. It was of no concern for me however, I knew that I had given the little bitch what she deserved. She notified the police, I nailed her. Very easy. But I was not finished. There was still a lot of people who I had to punish. I remember myself standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, aiming the gun at my own reflection. "Bom! Bom! Gotcha!". I was the king, the God. With the black pistol in my hand no one could touch me. I was on a mission from the holy justice to purify the law from raping innocent people. My next target was the two police men that had arrested and interrogated me. I knew that their excuse for behaving like reincarnations of Big Brother would be something like "We just did our job". Well, now it was time for me to do my job! It took me about two weeks to find them. At first I had no idea how to work, but one day I just took my rusty Fiat and parked in front of the pub. Since they had been there to pick me up, they probably drove past the pub a couple of times everyday. After a few hours the blue car passed me and I immediately recognized the two men inside. I followed them for a few days to learn what route they drove when they were on patrol. I noticed that they always checked out some old dark cemetery in the middle of the city. Excellent. Now I knew what to do next. One dark night I took my car and drove to the cemetery. I parked the car a couple of blocks away so no one would pay too much attention to it. Then I hid myself in the shadows and waited. Waited, for the two cops to arrive. It was rather cold outside and it rained. If this would had taken too long, I guess I had frozen to death. After three hours, at four o'clock in the morning, the police car came. I was lucky. It was them. I grabbed the pistol and started to scream for help. "No! No! Help me! Stop it!" The car stopped and the two police men dashed out. Armed with two flashlights, they began to search the area. I left my cover and sneaked after them. Very carefully, I approached them from behind. One of the police men walked behind the other one, they did not walk beside each other. Perfect. Just perfect. I got myself right behind one of the police men, put my arm around his neck and pulled him backward. I grabbed his gun, took it away from his holster and threw it away into the shadows. Before he knew what had happened, he was lying on his back on the grass beside a large tombstone, unarmed and with my pistol to his forehead. The other police man turned around, drew his gun and pointed it at me. "Oh my god! Drop it! Drop it!" he screamed and I saw fear in his face. "No," I answered and my voice was very calm. "You drop your gun and nothing will happen. I just want your uniforms." He did not drop his gun. He just pointed it at me and his hands shook. I cocked my gun. The click echoed through the night. "Wait!" he yelled and lowered his gun. "Drop it and kick it away." I said and tried to sound harmless. The cop did as instructed. He placed the gun on the wet grass and gently kicked it away. I took two steps backward and told the other cop to stand up. He got to his feet. "Now my friends, I want you to stand beside each other." They did that too. I had always thought that police men was supposed to do some kind of psychological tricks, but these guys just kept their mouths shut. I said nothing for a while. "Do you want... our uniforms?" one of them finally asked. "Yes, take them off. Now!" "What if we refuse?" "Then you will both die, and that is a fact." They immediately undressed themselves. It took them about two minutes to get rid of the clothes. I could not resist laughing when I saw them standing there, just dressed in their shorts. One of the cops still wore his police hat, which made the situation even funnier. "Take your underwear off." They looked confused. "Just to make sure you do not run away so fast later..." They took their last piece of clothing off and I must say that they looked so stupid standing there, completely nude. I said nothing. "And... what now?" one of the naked police men asked me. I aimed my gun at his head. "Are you gay?" I asked. "No... I am... married.." "Are you gay?!" I asked again, and this time I screamed. "What do you want me to say?" "Are you gay?" He gave up. "Okay then! I am gay if you want me to say that!" he muttered. I chuckled, and discharged my gun. The silencer worked without problem. The bullet entered through the police man's forehead, through his head and out on the other side. He fell to the cold ground without even saying a last word. I turned to the living part of the law force that was present. "Are you a faggot?" I asked him. "No! I am not! No! Please!" He sounded like a child. I cannot understand how we could trust a jerk like him to protect us from criminals. "Wrong answer! Try again!" I said, sounding like a computer game. "I am... gay." he finally managed to say. "Turn your friend over, so he will lie on his stomach." Even this was too hard for him to understand. I had to repeat myself several times, I even had to threat him with death before he did as I told him. The dead police man now lied on his stomach. "Fuck your dead partner in his dead ass," I instructed, "Before he turns into ice." To make him do it I also had to say "...or you will die too." You cannot believe my laughs when I watched this. The copper pumped his erected cock in and out of his dead friend's ass. He sobbed, cried and asked me to spare him while doing it. For every time he plunged his cock into the butt hole, blood and grey brain substance floated out from his lover's head. I laughed and laughed, sang and danced while watching. I was so happy. This was great. But everything good has to come to an end. The man stopped to fuck and just stood there in the bent-over position. He cried violently and his tears dripped on his friends back. I sat down on my knees, aimed carefully and shot off his dick. It was a hard shot, but I managed to do it. The police man stood up, watched his cock remain in the dead rectum and began to scream. He screamed like an animal for a few seconds, then he looked at me and tried run away. I let him run for a few meters before I placed seven pieces of hot lead into his back. Seven shots, seven hits and seven more things to celebrate. I checked that my suit was clear of blood before I left the place. That night, I dreamed wonderful dreams. When I woke up the next morning I felt so happy. But not happy enough. One more man had to suffer before I could feel completely satisfied. The owner of the pub was my last target. I did not want to strike back at him at the pub since there was too many people around there. I had to chose another place. I thought for a while before I came up with a great place; his own home. I knew he was married and had two children since we had chatted about it many years ago when I still was allowed to enter the pub. One wife and two children would not be any problem. It would just make the whole gag more exciting. A dark evening, a couple of days later, I entered his wooden house through the cellar. Strange that people always forget to lock those doors. There were no neighbors, since he lived some few kilometers outside the city, which meant that the silencer would be unnecessary. I heard noise from upstairs and understood that someone was watching some late show on television in the house. "That was not a lady, that was my wife! Ha ha ha!" I carefully went up the staircase. "How on earth did you manage to get so fat? Ha ha ha!" I entered his living room with the gun in my hand. "Slow living and hard drinking! Ha ha ha!" The owner of the pub sat in his comfortable sofa together with his wife and two children. They were watching Ian's Comic Crew programme but their smiles vaporized when I cocked my gun and aimed it at them. "I am a madman." I said. "Sod off you little rat!" the TV answered. I slowly moved the gun around, pointing it at all family members to show them who was in charge. They stared at me as if I really was a madman. "I have this special desire." I continued. The owner of the pub raised his hand and said: "Do not hurt my wife or children, please. I have some money... you can have it." "I will not hurt anyone," I lied. "I just want you to fulfill my special desires." I looked at his little daughter. I guess she was about four years old. "Come to me sweetheart," I said. "Or your parents will die in about ten seconds from now." Nothing happened. "I will not hurt you. I am a Santa Claus incarnate." She jumped down from the sofa and walked to me. Her mother tried to stop her but too late. I got down on my knees and lifted her up. Holding the girl with the same hand as the gun, I pulled out a big knife from my booth and held it against her throat. "Do not do anything stupid," I yelled at the mother who was on her way to rise from the sofa. "I will not hurt your darling." I kissed the girl's soft chin. "I love children." "I have got what it takes to join the Stupid People's Club!" the TV claimed. "I want both of you to stand up." I said and pointed my gun at the owner and his wife." They got up from the sofa. Their eyes shined with fear and confusion. "I want your dear wife to kneel in front of you." I demanded. She did as told. I snapped the magazine out of the gun. The clip fell to the floor with a thump. I threw the gun to the owner. "Place the gun into the mouth of your lovely wife." Naturally, he hesitated. I had to make a little scar on the throat of his daughter before he did as I wanted him to do. Red blood dripped from the child and down on my shoes. She said nothing, she was probably shocked. "Pull the trigger!" I said. "Nothing will happen. The magazine is not inside the gun as you can see." But I had cocked the gun. One bullet was still in the chamber. He pulled the trigger, expecting a simple click. Instead, the head of his beautiful wife exploded and her body was plunged backward and down on the floor. Everybody screamed and I used the sudden moment of panic to slit the throat of his daughter. I threw the little gurgling child away and quickly took my gun back. "We have no bananas today!" the TV commented. I picked up the magazine from the floor and inserted it into my gun. Two shots ended the life of his other child, a teenage boy. He looked like a wimp when he died. A man does not cry, but he did. Pathetic. "Take this parrot and sing for it!" Everybody stared. The wife stared into the ceiling, his two children stared into the floor and the owner stared at his dead wife. The owner had his back against me, so I could easily sneak up behind him. I placed the muzzle of the gun to his temple and fired. It was like turning off a radio. He immediately dropped dead. It was blood everywhere in the living room. I noticed that I had plenty of it on my suit, but that did not matter. No one would ever see it since I just had to get to my car and leave. But before I did that, I wiped off all my fingerprints from my gun and knife. I knew which hand the owner of the pub had used when he shot his wife and I placed the gun there. I laid the knife on the floor, close to his daughter. When I stood in the doorway and watched what I had done I felt good. It looked like a family tragedy. What a tragedy! "You look like a dead fish my friend!" the TV shouted. I laughed. Hopefully, the police would check the gun and discover that it was the same that had shot three other people. One waitress and two officers of the law. Great. It was not necessary but it would for sure make the whole joke more entertaining. "We will be back next week!" the TV said just before I left the house. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Get a life! Do something! Buy a computer! Write! ...and of course: Dial THE STASH for total chaos! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I owe the State $400 for theft. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #203 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #203 Call DUNGEON SYSTEMS INC. -> +1-410-263-2258 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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