Jessica’s Dangerous Obsession Addicted to Rape
Introduction:
Jessica develops a deadly obsession with being raped
by
Millie Dynamite
Jessica applied her make up carefully. As she administered the final touches, she looked in the mirror studying. Jessica saw her curly platinum blonde hair around a face that was beginning to show her age. She could not believe she was 35 years old. Her blue eyes were no longer as bright as they once were, looking mostly sad. She scanned her body standing up she saw her ass still looking good the slight role around her tummy was a constant reminder she had a weight problem. Those breasts, fat bloated breast she hated them. 38 inch F cup nightmares.
Constant backache’s with constant comments by men in the office that she ‘accidentally’ overhears. Men’s eyes would focus on her chest rather than her eyes in conversations. Since the divorce, she became painfully aware that her breast was what holds men’s interest. She fastened the bra and then slid it around. Positioning one of her massive tit’s in a cup then the other. At last, she pulled the straps up over her shoulder. The black lace bra fit tightly looking nice to but she would rather have d or c cup than these monsters.
She did not feel feminine rather she felt like they were udders. Quickly putting on her white blouse and black skirt, she pulled her pantyhose in place. Hurrying off to work she drove fast to not be late. Parking as faraway from the building as possible, she looked at the wooded area next to the parking lot. Hearing people in the park just on the other side of the trees, she smiled softly. They were already there having fun, fun what the hell was that!
Children laughed, parents yelled out cautions. Parents, a parent something she had never been would never have the pleasure of being. The curse of her existence she could not bare children.
“But we can adopt! Steve, do you want to adopt? Or we could have a surrogate bear us a child what do you say do you want to do that?”
The discussion lasted for months Steve would withdraw when she would press him on what he wanted to do. He would become angry, disappearing for hours and return home drunk. This would bring a round of arguments. Slowly surely the marriage began to unravel. Then the affair started a small girl, emphasis being on girl. She was 18 he was 33; of course, the affair went on for months before Jessica found out about it. When she did find she did not fight with him or argue she pleaded.
Almost groveling at times as Jessica tried to save her marriage, in many ways she humiliated herself. Pleased at her being distraught over the situation Steve would make it look like the affair would be ending only to then swing it around to no it was the marriage that was ending. Jessica went through months and months of agony with Steve playing his game with her.
Fate has a way of stepping in at times; this was certainly one of those times. The girl became pregnant, which gave Steve his deepest wish; he would be a father the thing he had wanted most in the 10 years of marriage to Jessica. When told Jessica she broke down, crying herself to sleep at night as Steve slept in the spare room. Why he didn’t walk out the day he found out was simple. He wanted to hurt Jessica, to punish her for being barren.
In the 10 years of trying to have children, Steve had grown to hate Jessica. He blamed every failure he had on her not being able to have children. Eventually Jessica asked if there was, anyway to save what they had together. He never even gave her an answer he just walked out the door leaving everything of his there.
“Bastard,” she grunted as she walked through the door to the lobby.
“Ms. Robbins?” The guard looked at her as he pushed the sign-in log out for her.
“Not you, Jason, sorry I was thinking of something.” Bending down to sign her blouse fell open as Jason, ogled her massive breast incased in that beautiful bra.
The day went fast just the right amount of work. Being a claims adjustment investigator isn’t a fun job. Sifting through all the reports and digging in the client’s background looking to see if something just doesn’t look right. Sometimes you get to go in the field usually not. You had ‘people’ for that.
Jessica worked extremely late that day. The time just got away from her. At last she looked out the window to the parking lot. Shit it was after sundown. The parking lot was dark. Most of parking lot lights burned-out with no night employees at this location, repairs for a specific time that did not affect the workers go unnoticed.
Jessica quickly got up leaving her work on the desk. Hurrying to the elevator she pressed L for lobby. The elevator moved down quickly. For Jessica the feeling of an elevator moving had always been uncomfortable. An unnatural fear of elevator’s had always been hers. Fearing it would fall to the bottom of the shaft crashing and killing her. Instinctively she clutched the rail. Jessica held on to the rail so tight her knuckles were white.
Jessica quickly scurried across the lobby. Damn no security it was after 8:00 pm oh shit it is after midnight. Punching in her alarm code she set the alarm to come back when she shut the main door. She had lost track of time. High heels clicked a rhythm as she walked across the parking lot.
No light illuminated her car. It sat there waiting for her. Approached the car the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. There was no keyless entry on her car. It did not have any alarm. It was old small and rickety. The formerly sporty car was all she could afford.
Bending down to see the lock better she jabbed at it one time maybe two before the key went in. She turned the key and heard the familiar click as the lock opened. As she pulled the door open her head began to ache. The pain was instant; some on was dragging her to the trees. She shoveled her feet trying to get them back under. The heel’s of her shoes came off one at time. First, the hard pavement hurt her feet then the sticks and stones in the grass.
She screamed out trying to get attention. She screamed hoping someone would hear. Her head was killing her she flayed her arms trying to hit whoever was behind her dragging her. She tried to use her purse as a weapon clutching it in her left hand. She screamed yelling at the top of her voice. Once in the woods a bit he threw her into a tree.
Her back hit the tree hard. Pain screamed out at her. She already had a tit backache this made it much worse. The man wrapped his hand round her throat. Her hand opened and the purse fell to her feet.
Grabbing her blouse, he yanked it the buttons spun off falling to the grass at her feet. Jessica shook with fear still screaming at the top of her voice. She felt herself moisten down there. Wet sticky fluid inside Jessica her passageway. Her eyes were wide with fear she looked at this man even more fear welled up in her. He was black, “OH God a black man,” flashed through her head. It wasn’t bigotry but still she had always been afraid of blacks. Her pussy leaked the lubrication into her pantyhose.
He put his hand between her breast wrapped his fingers round the bra. Yanking back hard the hooks gave way quickly soon the straps broke. Flinging the bra away his free hand began to mash and pinched her breast. It was painful for her. She continued scream and yell for help.
His hand stopped working on her tits. He slapped her face hard with his open palm. It stung badly on her face. The red mark came up at once. She closed her mouth the screaming ended. Letting go of her neck he reached down grabbing her skirt with both hands he yanked the material. It tore for him as easy as a newspaper splitting the skirt to the waistband. Grabbing the pantyhose he yanked up. The material split runs and tears formed everywhere. In moments, her crotch was open to cool breeze blowing through the trees.
“No panties what a whore you must be,” he said this with no show of emotion. Jessica’s knees were knocking together as her body shook from fear. He grabbed her tits again fondling them roughly with one hand. The other went straight to her crotch fondling her dripping snatch.
“Fucking wet as hell what a cunt you are.” He laughed as he squeezed her pussy hard.
Jessica felt shame as he touched her. Though it was rough treatment she was enjoying through the fear. A black man had never touched her before, not ever her heart raced with excitement, fear and apprehension. He stopped fondling her tits his hand dropped down. She heard his zipper. He fumbled around for a few seconds.
“Reach down and touch it bitch. Go on reach down there and stroke it for me,” he told her. Jessica made no move she just stared up his face. Eyes still wide open with fear. Tears streaking down her face her shoulders heaving as she cried. Slapping her face hard his hand leaving its mark Jessica’s head snaps sides from the blow.
“I said fucking reach down there and stroke my pecker bitch!” He growled at her. His cock was large with a big bulbous head. She moved her hands up down it unable to reach around completely.
“Oh my God it is so big,” she exclaimed fear, apprehension, and desire mingling in her. Her breath became ragged as felt his immense cock. All that was happening to her made her head spin.
He reached under ass picking her up moving her up the tree behind her. Jessica reluctantly let go the cock as she moved upward. Her back and ass bruised even though covered. She wrapped her arms around him. “He must be strong,” she thought knowing she weighed over 150 pounds. Even though she was short, she was still a heavy girl.
Once he positioned her right one of his hands move down. The big cock head was now right at her dripping opening. The man moved it around slicking it up. He thrust up hard as he let body slid down as well. The prick rammed though the tunnel tearing and stretching the muscle as it found its way home.
Sharp pain tore through her. A prickly pain wrapped in a pleasure. Jessica screamed out, “Shit, oh fuck!” The still just added to her guilty pleasure. He bucked in and out of her driving into her hard. This was new for her being held standing up she never made love like this.
The sensation was new to her; while it was rape, she quickly achieved orgasm in his arms. The bliss engulfed her and streams of profanities slipped from her lips as she moved through the first wave. Her body shaking now from joy rather than fear still the fear remained.
He impelled his prick into her hard as her body told him she was enjoying it. “Knew you were a nasty cunt as soon as I saw your whore body in the parking lot,” he whispered in her ear. He pounded her forcefully moving them both further along.
“OH God it hurts please you must stop,” she told him while she did not mean it. Her breathing quickened again as he pounded her harder his only concern was his satisfaction. “S T O P,” she said the word drawn out as she spoke in a long exhale of breath. Yet another orgasm passed through her body. Ecstasy swept her along. Pain pounded her body but the ecstasy easily overcame it.
The orgasmic bliss that over took her was a shock to her. She is n0t suppose to enjoy this, it is wrong for her to enjoy it. She held him tight hoping this did not end too soon. The feelings were strong in her, shame, fear, and elation intertwined, inseparable. It floods her as she shook hard through yet another round of elation.
His hips bucked into her furiously. A woman showing she was enjoying rape was rare. He found only about four of the 50 plus he had raped over his adult life shoed it. The opportunity was one he would pass by he would reap benefits from this in the future as well. He knew what to do with this cunt!
Jessica was so lost in her pleasure she could not control herself. Her legs locked around him she plunge her hips down to meet his inward shove. Each time they closed with each other there was pain. The pain dwarfed by the pleasure.
Her breathing out of control short, hard breath’s her massive breast shaking as he drilled his cock in her. The pain in her body bruised against the tree was no match for the pleasure she was having. The guilt in her was massive still the pleasure took over everything. It is not suppose to be this way she thought to herself.
At last, his cock began to spit seed in her. He mindlessly kept pumping through his own orgasm. Hammering until at last his cock had spit all it had to offer. Jessica was in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm of her own. He pumped in to till his cock at last started to soften and fell from her pussy. Letting go of Jessica he stepped back. She fell in a heap on the ground curling up in a fetal ball.
He bent down to her as he put his cock away. “Any time you need a good cunt busting just park your car where you did today and leave at the same time as tonight. I will rip it open but good for you bitch.”
He grabbed her purse and pulled the wallet from it. He dug in the wallet pulling the money from it. “$100.00 not much for the ride I gave you cunt.” He flung the wallet down on the ground next to the purse.
She lay curled on the ground for a long time. Fear gripped her, a very real fear of the pleasure she had experienced. There was no way to duplicate the experience she was terrified she would never have such delight again. How can you possible find pleasure in this came to her mind? Her own joy at what happened brought about more fear than she had at any point of the assault.
Getting up she picked up the wallet and purse. Jessica went back her car. As she walked back globs of cum fell from her pussy. Cum streamed out her pussy running down her legs. There stood her car the keys in the door, while the door stood halfway open. Jessica sat behind wheel and shut the door, just sitting there thinking or not thinking. Her mind was ablaze with thought and yet nothing organized or concrete passed through her. Flashes of what happened, of the joy, the pain and his control. That was the greatest thing she thought about his power and control.
Staring the motor, Jessica backed out of her spot. The pleasure was subsiding as the guilt was building. The drive home she was sullen filled with a depressive, oppressive weight of guilt. How can she enjoy it, but she did enjoy it. The squishing of cum leaking out of her pussy and the spreading wet spot on the seat fascinated her. He shot so much semen it was as if she was flooded. Some was her own here discharge mingled with his.
Walking from her parking space for all practical purposes nude, she moved quickly. Hoping that no one would see her, she quickly unlocked her door and went in her town home. Shutting door she leaned back against it.
Remembering the day he finally walked out she remembered the last words to him. During the divorce, she never spoke to him. Never called him, never meet him and discussed anything, after all that why you have lawyers.
“Steve is all it takes for you, is a baby and that makes your whole world? They grow up and leave you know, they do not stay babies forever. Steve we have been together for over 10 years can you just walk out on me?” He did not answer he just walked out the door and shut it.
Jessica walked to the bathroom and started to fill the massive bath. Watching the water fill the tub she put bubble bath in the water. The big foamy froth that formed was inviting to her.
Jessica sank into the bathwater her big tits bruised up tender to the touch. It was the only real hurt left. He wasn’t nearly as rough as he could have been. She began to wash her body. Soon she was soaking in hot soap water her mind drifting back to the rape. She lay in the bath reliving every moment of what happened. Her pussy still had much of his cum in it.
She reached down in the bathwater her hand moved down to her pubic mound. Her fingers stretching out and moving down slowly she ran her fingers round her pussy lips. She slowly touched her clit. The button emerged from its cover. She placed her thumb over it as she inserted two fingers into her snatch.
She worked her fingers in and out of her hot pussy. She visualized the attack slowly surely she relived every sweet, horrifying moment till at last she screamed out in rapture. She went to bed slept well.
The next day she went to work as usual but parked close to the building. She worked hard and tried not to think about it. When she did think about it feels of guilt and shame dominated her thoughts. She felt demented because she enjoyed it so much. Reporting it never crossed her mind. She was careful not make the same mistakes again.
His offer to rape her again played though her mind. What was wrong with him thinking she would even want that? What kind of sick person was he? Her makes went away quickly. It saddens her marks were an easy way to trigger the memory.
Weeks passed where her life was as normal as could be. Bored, lonely, and horny most of the time she wondered what did most days. Was he married or not? There were not many blacks in the town. The thought of going through the black part of town flashed in her brain. She let it pass it was a bad idea.
When work crowed in on her she had no thoughts of what happened, at least until she got home. Then she would think of being drug by her hair, the pain, yes there was that. It was more than that his powerful way of controlling her, those massive hands shredding her clothes as if they were paper. The way he threw her around as if she was a rag doll. His total command of what happened to her. It was captivating to be so out of control of oneself.
Here dreams became of rape, she thought of it over her coffee, she dwelt on what happened and wondered what would happen if she allowed it again. The dreams were graphic she would wake with her panties drenched. She never before experienced a wet dream now they are nightly. Her desire was to be controlled which is so opposite from her work.
Having decided to act on her new passion, she just had to decide when to yield to them. It had to be when there was enough work to keep her there late. It needed to when no one else would work late! The next “date” was easy to pick so her plan formulated in her mind.
Then she woke up one morning her dreams of rape still fresh in her mind. She showered the hot water caressing her body. She soaped up her fat tits rubbing them squeezing them her pussy began to flow. She reached down with one hand soaping up her pussy and pubic region. The soap fell from her hand as her fingers thrust in and out of her hot pussy. She squeezed her tits and worked her pussy until she began to shake and quiver in throws of a hard orgasmic rush. Falling against the wall of the shower she slid down at last to the floor. Her breathing short hard gasp she shook for sometime till at last the wave passed from her. She reached up turned off the water.
The excitement coursed though her veins. Laying in bed looking forward to the next night she could not dose off to sleep. Three in the morning the clock reads 3:00am oh lord she thought I have to get to sleep. Her hands moved inside her panties she began to rub her button, her light flow of lubricating secretion began to flow. One finger, then two, then three she jabbed in and out of her slickened pussy. Sighing filled the room her hips began to thrust meet her every insertion. With her other hand she massaged he massive tits. The feeling ran through her whole body.
Drying herself off as she walked to her closet. Looking for the perfect outfit she at last spied it a fishnet top sheer see though. She pulled it over her head. Forgoing a bra the material clung tightly to her big tits. She pulled on a tight miniskirt. Jessica covered the outfit with a long dress of modest design. She had laid out her plan in her mind. She already felt guilty but she needed the release.
Driving into work, she was on edge. Her nerves were on end all day. She was so horny she kept her pantyhose soaked. She pulled in the parking lot and drove to the furthest part. She parked her car exactly where it had been.
Slowly she moved to the building taking in the sights and sounds of the parking lot. As she neared the building, she turned and looked at her car. Oh, she was excited her panties were drenched. Would her anticipation ruin it? Was she expecting too much. She tried not thinking about it. Sure, that was the ticket but of course that doesn’t work.
The day moved by slowly with boring people calling about their boring crap that a storm damaged, or stolen right out of their car, or received damage in a move. She muddled threw reports, she checked out each of the claims given her. Jessica contacted the proper contacts about everything trying to make time fly. The day drug on her occupied herself with wicked thoughts.
She stopped working at 7:00 pm and watched as the sun went down. Looking out the window, she watched as car after car left. Around 10:30 the security guard walked to his car he when he left there was only one car left in the lot. Her car was that car. She removed the dress folding it up she put it the top right hand drawer of her desk.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the back of her office door. She had lost some weight she hopped he noticed that. She moved her hand across her belly not yet flat but nicer than before. She smiled wondering what he would do to her. Her hands were shaking as she picked up her purse. She retrieved her key card from her wallet the newest measure at the company. Walking threw the she moved swiftly to the elevator. She looked at her watch only 11:00 pm. Shit an hour before she was suppose to leave.
Returning to her office she sat in her chair put her feet up on the desk. Her hand went down to her soaping pussy. Inserting two fingers she pushed them in and out hard as her thumb massaged her clit. It was a pleasant way to pass some time.
The elevator door slid open she walked out moved quickly to the alarm pad. Swiping her card through slot she set the system reactivate when she locked the door. Walking through the darkened parking lot her anticipation fed her sexual appetite. Wondering what he had in store for her that night. She looked around cautiously. She walked along the parking lot parallel to the woods.
She was still 30 yards for her car. Walking slowly she hoped he was appreciating the way she dressed. With out warning something struck her. She fell hard on the pavement. Feeling the powerful hand warp around her ankle her leg jerked up hard. Dragging her behind him, he moved from the pavement toward the trees. Sticks, stones the rough ground attacked her face, chest, arms and hands. Small bruises and abrasions formed. He hauled her deeper into the trees.
Her breasts mashed into her flattened, the rough ground treating them unkindly. The pain was instant and the excitement welled up in her. She did not scream or shout. Jessica did cry out in pain as he drags her further in the woods.
Yanking her hair, he hoisted her Jessica up and throwing throws her over a fallen tree. He moves to the other side fishing his already hard cock out. Grabbing he hair again he puts the massive cock at her mouth. Opening her mouth, he doesn’t hesitate shoving his fat prick into mouth and forcing it hard in her. The man pounded it in and out his hips gyrating forward and back fucking her face. Jessica gagged from the massive nasty tasting cock but took in her mouth. Her pussy was gushing as the wave moved though her.
She was lost in this it held her captive she craved it. While it was happening to her she quickly would move through orgasm after orgasm. Jessica swept away in a sea of pain and satisfaction the hurting feeding the elation. His massive cock went back in her throat gouging in roughly hurting her. Spit flew from her tightly stretched lips around the cock mixed with some blood. Harder he pounded into her face. Her heart pounded harder in her chest. Anticipation turned morphs to elation, elation turns to rapture. The pain feeds it the fear that should be there the fear lost to the pleasure.
After a long period, the cock spits it foul tasting seed in her mouth. She gags and cough’s spitting out his nasty goo. She doesn’t see him. I was as though he disappeared. She feels rough hands rip her skit open suddenly she feels the massive cock invade her ass.
He pounds he ass hard. The pain assaults her spreading from her anus outward. Till her ass is ready to explode from pain. The pain drives the passion. The man’s massive cock pounding into Jessica’s ass grinding in roughly yanking it out equally as rough to plunge in again. The processes repeated quickly, cruelly driving her to wave after wave of deep hard delightful release. Her body shaking with the joy her mind drifting through it absorbing it memorizing every small detail. The feeling of that big cock when he shoved in it all the way her, her ass feels empty when he removes the big cock. Her mind absorbs every small detail of his rough hands mangling her tits his spit spraying on her back. All recorded to be played back during self-gratification sessions.
Feeling it build in him all at once he pulled out not ramming in again. Then she felt the hot sticky cum hit her ass spreading across her wide cheeks in big globs. Running down her legs in thick streams it feels odd through the stockings. She hangs on the log wondering if it is done or there is more to come.
“Six hundred bucks that is better you are learning. I will watch for your car to be there. Bye cunt!” Jessica hung there a few minutes more. Pushing up and getting her feet on the ground again. She looked around. She had trouble getting her bearings. She waked, walked, and finally came out on the park side. A young woman sitting there in torn up clothing caught her eye, she ran up to Jessica her face bruised her body marked from a beating.
“He got you to! Fucking big dick on that man he do not take no for an answer. I was sleeping under the bench. Drug me out just fucked me raw.” She said she touching Jessica’s face, “I did’t beat your face you are real pretty.”
Jessica did not know what to say. The woman looked devastated. “When did he do this two you?”
“Last night he fucked me 4 times,” she pulled her mouth open, “See he knocked that tooth out. I think he broke it off.” Jessica turned walking back into the trees. She walked for what seemed like forever never figuring out where she was. She realized she had walked too far. She could not get a sense of where she should go. She turned and walked at an angle that she thought would take her back to the parking lot.
She walked out in to a train yard. She stopped there were 3 men looking at her homeless men seeing her became predators closing in for the kill. Jessica turns to run but the men swarm her knocking her down. Struggling half-heartedly against them, she made a show for them. One of men handled her far rougher than the other two. Hoping he would be the last one to take her she wanted him to be very rough with her.
The first man looks at his friends “Roll her over boys I go first.” He pulled his cock out his friends follow his instructions. He crawls on jabbing his cock in her. Looming above her his face ugly his stench fouler than the black man had ever smelled. He was an unwashed uncivilized bear of a man. Jabbing in her playing with her tits roughly all the while, she made prostrations begging them not to hurt her. She hides her orgasm from them playing the victim. Each man taking his turn but none of them treats her rough for her to explode in full passion. Her orgasms are smaller than with the black man.
Not feeling disappointment but somewhat of a let down, it was not disappointment it was extra that night. Soon they walk away from her as cum seeps from her pussy. Making her way back to her car and home, to her big bathtub where she could masturbate to the events of the night. The security of the bath and townhome her small castle, soon the guilt overwhelms her. The guilt always finds her.
Each week she vows never again and each Friday she again plays out the same thing. Often after her black man rapes her, she walks to the railroad yard and different bums rape her there.
Her addiction grows finding that she wants to ad another night she starts parking in the spot on Tuesdays. True to his word, he attacks her that night as well. The feeling that takes control of her from his power becomes a desire. Overwhelming her senses, she can no longer function with out her twice a week treatments.
One night when she wondering into the train yard not two or three men jump her but twelve. Twelve men three at time using her. Attacking her face, pussy and ass, all holes filled at the same time. Three men pounding her harder than any of the other bums have ever used her. The final three send her to a mind-blowing experience.
Cramming their stinking nasty cocks with hard force, the final three have only their pleasure in their minds. Her pussy, face, and ass their play toys to use, as they want. The man face fucking her slaps her face and yanks her hair constantly his excitement grows each time he hits her. His cock the foulest thing she ever tasted. It smelt of rotted meat she imagined it tasted of it as well. His cum gagged her it was so foul. The man fucking her pussy twists her tits as hard as he can. Abusing her nipples with pure hate filled zeal even her black rapist can not compare. While the man that fucks her ass beats her ass harder than anyone has hit her anywhere. At one point hitting so hard that she bleed from the several areas, her ass would be black and blue for over a week from what he did to her.
At last, her body shook and quivered as if an earthquake was hitting her. Her mind unable to fathom all that was happening to her. The men let lose streams of piss on her laughing. As the men walked away, she lay on the cold hard ground in an afterglow of bliss. Slowly her mind returned to her she made her way back to her car and home. Always there was her home. The drive home the stinking urine made her retching on herself. She did not want to stop she wanted nothing more than a bath and bed.
Then one Friday night she gets to her car. She fumbles and fumbles for her keys. After standing there for 20 minuets, she at last unlocks her car and goes home. In her apartment she turns on the TV a news announcement comes on.
“I repeat the woodland rapist has been caught. In West Park, this evening a female under cover detective and the rape task force arrested Thurman Johnson. The man allegedly attempted to rape the under cover officer her name has been withheld to protect her identity. Thurman Johnson will be arraigned on up to 40 counts of rape and one count of murder. LeRay Shundel Stedman died after her brutal rape just last week. She was rapped just west of the Claims Adjustment Center of Allied Insurance.” the report continued on the screen the picture of the homeless woman that Jessica meet months before was on the screen.
The report detailed how the women of small city held captive in their homes for fear of the woodland rapist. Listing his criminal record his 24 previous arrests with out conviction her heart sank. Feeling week she fell on the floor staring at the TV in disbelief. Realizing he would not be around anymore.
Jessica fell on her face the carpet felt foreign to her. Her heart raced the woman was dead. He was in jail he would not be coming back anymore. The woman is dead he is in jail. She could be dead. The woman was dead.
Her mind raced though every possible outcome that did not happen. She threw up on her carpet. Rising up she threw up again the retch falling on her chest. Jessica stood walking to the bathroom she pulled a towel out and some cleaning supplies. Stepping in the shower full clothed she ran the hot water over her body scalding her. Walking from the shower still fully clothed cleaning supplies in hand she prepared to clean up the puke. She shut the TV off when she cleaning the puke. Sitting down on her sofa she is in a state of shock. Her wet clothing she is growing chilly and the worst thing of all of sinks in her brain.
“Just how the fuck do I get off now?”
