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Fantasm

Invading Paris – Part 1

Her head throbbed. It felt like it was physically increasing and decreasing in size. She didn’t move as she awoke, because she didn’t want to make the throbbing worse. She, quite simply, couldn’t think straight. It took all of her effort for her to remember that she’d been out at all last night, never mind the details, but even with that, she was certain that she’d done nothing to deserve this size of a hangover.
As she slowly became more aware of herself she realised that she was sat up. She lifted her head, and it was then that she realised that she wasn’t in her hotel. She knew this because her head was inside a sack. She opened her bulging and aching eyes to see nothing but pitch blackness. The sack over her head was blocking out all light. Her heart pounded.
Every move she made hurt and her body ached, but she tried with all the might she could to stand up, but to no avail. The sack over her head had been tied in place around her neck, not so tight as to cause her distress while breathing or swallowing, but tight enough to block out light and ensure any amount of head shaking to remove it would prove fruitless. There was a strap across her shoulders that held her to the chair, and her arms were strapped in place around the back of the chair at her wrists. Across her waist, a similar strap to that around her shoulders held her in place, and her legs were held apart by restraints at her knees and ankles. She was completely unable to move. She couldn’t stand, and trying to wobble the chair over proved utterly pointless as it was not only sturdy and strong, but apparently attached to the floor.
She began to cry. She wanted to scream but when she tried her voice simply cracked and croaked, and it felt as though her throat had been torn in two.
“Don’t cry Paris,” A voice near her said.
It was male, and old. It felt cold and sounded like gravel. There was an accent to. She bolted her head up painfully and tried to find where the sound was coming from, but without the ability to move, or see, it was pointless.
“You should be happy,” He continued. “I was instructed to ‘remove’ you. Killing you was not ruled out, and would have been much easier for me if I’m honest sweetheart.”
Her heart nearly stopped, and then it raced. She had stopped sobbing, but silent tears ran down her face, and she was barely breathing through her overwhelming fear. The pain in her head was still there, but it was a distant memory compared to the fear she was currently experiencing.
“Where am I?” She croaked.
“You need a drink Miss Hilton,” He said, as she finally recognised his English accent.
“Where am I?” She croaked again.
She heard running water, and it splashing into a glass. She thought of how amazing water would feel right now. How is would sooth so many of her aches and pains. But she knew this wasn’t a selfless gesture on the part of her captor. He could of killed her, he said so himself.
“You could call where you are, a basement,” His voice came. “But I wouldn’t. My basement is several soundproofed feet above our heads. Let’s call it…” He chuckled to himself here, “A dungeon.”
Her heart continued to pump a mile a minute, and now her breathing became rapid. She began to sob again, his voice cracking with each rasping breath.
He laughed.
“You need a drink, hold on.”
She felt it by her side and immediately began to struggle against her restraints without hope. She cried and allowed herself to really be afraid. She could felt it coming. He was going to hurt her in ways that she simply couldn’t even begin to imagine.
She felt something strange being wrapped around her head, and being tightened, firmly, around both the sack and over her eyes. She then felt the tie around her neck loosen. She began flinging her head back and forth wildly, but quickly stopped. Her head began to throb uncontrollably and she felt physically sick from the motion mixed with the fear. Her captor sighed at her, and then lifted the sack up over her mouth, and tied it in place with its drawstring just under her eyes.
“I don’t want you seeing me just yet,” He said softly, “But I’m not a monster. The drugs dehydrate you, and you probably feel a little sick. This water will help. Now stay still, I’ve put a straw in for you to make this easier.”
She felt the straw against her lips and contemplated whether or not to take the gesture for what he claimed it to be. She decided that it was either water, or poison, either would help her feel better right now. She sucked…
Icy cold water flooded her mouth and slid down her throat, coating the area that felt desert dry in glorious moisture. She once again began to cry, partially out of relief and joy at being alive, partially (and confusingly) out of utter fear of what was coming next. She felt droplets of water dribble down her chin as she cried, not tears, but the water from the glass as she struggled to keep it all in her mouth as she sighed in relief. All off her body felt drained of strength, and the water was so cold and refreshing that she was totally confused as to how she was meant to feel towards this man by her side.
“That better?” He asked.
She simply nodded. She refused to thank him. It sickened her just to acknowledge his existence.
He took away the glass and placed it down across the room and then he crouched back down at her side, where he had been before.
“I was paid to keep you out of the public eye. How I accomplished that feat was left entirely up to me, but I was hired because I’m the best. Where you are is a very long way away from where your security team thinks you are, and it’s going to be at least three more hours before they realise that you are gone at all. You’re several feet underground, in what is essentially a soundproof box of my own design and creation. No one but me knows it’s here, and only I know where the entrance is. Other than me, you are utterly, and totally, alone.”
He paused to let the last word sink in, and Paris Hilton, the world’s most famous “famous-for-being-famous” woman dropped her head into her chest in defeat. Her crying was once again silent, but this time it wasn’t fear, but complete hopelessness that had overwhelmed her.
“I’m not telling you this to scare you,” He continued, “I’m telling you because I want you to know that no matter what happens from here on in, you are my property. You belong to me and I can do with you as I wish. I have been paid incredible amounts of money to do things you wouldn’t ever even want to think about and I have more money than you could even dream of. As one of the richest women in the world, you should truly appreciate what I’m telling you there. I never have to work. I do it because I love it. I didn’t need the money I got for removing you from society, but quite honestly I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to do it. If they’d asked that I just kill you, I would’ve, but they didn’t. So now, you’re here, and you’re mine. The sooner you accept that and play by rules the easier things will be for you.”
The words washed over her. She knew he was telling the truth. She knew that her life as she knew it was over. She wanted to sigh. She wanted to cry. But she had lost the ability to do anything. The fight had totally left her and, for the moment at least, all she could manage was breathing.
He saw this. As he looked at her, her body language told him she was done. He never dreamed it would be this easy. This quick. He was now going to push it to its limit. The chair she sat on had missing slats in the seat and he had positioned her just so, in order to be able to access her pussy and butt through them. He smiled to himself and licked his lips in anticipation of his plan.
He moved to the back of the chair and slowly unhooked the restraints that held Paris’s hands in place. Her arms flopped lifelessly to her side, and he smiled at the thought of laying her over the table he had specially made to fuck her upon. He unhooked her shoulder restraints and walked around the chair to do the same with the strap around her waist. Swiftly, and without warning her elbow flung up and back, crunching into his groin. His knees buckled, and he fell to a knelling position on the floor by her side. Again she struck, and as his hands clutched his manhood as it burned with pain, her elbow smashed into the bridge of his nose. Tears filled his eyes and he began toppling backwards.
The fight was back. She had felt it flood back into her as he unhooked her hands. His over-confidence would be his downfall. She could live his slave, or die trying to escape. Sure, but what about option three? Escape and live. She focused on that and threw her hands up to free her eyes from their prison… But she couldn’t. The restraints had slowed the blood flow, and while her arms were operating at a strong enough capacity to destroy a man’s privates, her fingers just wouldn’t work for her. She couldn’t get them to lock on to the bag over her head… So she pushed. Using the palm of her hand she pushed the bag up, and slowly, light began flooding into her right eye, slowly she began to see out into the windowless room, with its bare concrete floor, its stainless steel furniture. By her side, she saw the shape of a man, balled up in agony, she couldn’t see his face at all, but as she tried in vain to shove the rest of her blindfold from her face she realised he was beginning to move. Rocking back and forth, he was growling through gritted teeth. As his noise became louder, and more guttural, she managed to get a hold on the bag. She ripped it from her face and let it fall to the ground, and she began fumbling at her waist strap, unhooking it much quicker than she’d expected, she moved to undo those around her knees.
Unfortunately, by this point, the man by her side, her captor was back on his knees, and as she gripped hold of the strap over her left knee, his fist swung into her stomach. The force of the punch folded her in half and she gasped for breath, like a fish out of water. Getting to one knee, he swiftly rose from the ground, swinging his lower knee into her forehead. The impact blinded her. All there was, was blackness all around her, inhabited by blinking white lights.
“You fucking stuck up little whore!” He growled. “You’re gonna pay for that very, very unwise little move!”
He slapped her across the face and her whole upper body toppled to the ground. She hung at an odd angle off the chair, as it was unable to fall and her legs were still strapped into place. Shooting pain sheered through her knees.
Grabbing her by the throat, her captor lifted her to her feet, and before she could re-focus her eyes, he thrust his head into hers. She crumpled, unconscious, back into the seat…
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When Paris awoke she immediately opened her eyes. Unlike last time she was no longer blindfolded, but she was laid on her front, naked, atop a very cold stainless steel table. Her head ached where she had been hit, twice, with real force, and she struggled to move as her hands were handcuffed to the table and restricted any movement she tried to make. She swung her head back and forth to see if she was alone, but could see nothing behind her clearly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that he was there, with his back to her, but she could see him in any real way. She tried to move her legs, but they seemed to be held apart by solid steel restraints just above the knees, preventing any kind of movement from side to side. Her pelvis hung over the edge of the table.
“You are now at the perfect fucking height,” Her captor’s voice came from behind her.
She tried to shift around, but nothing she did gave her a better view of him than she had already seen from the corner of her eye.
“The perfect height for what?” She replied, indignantly.
“Fucking, you dumb little bitch!” He growled back, “The perfect FUCKING height!! Before you had a choice! Before I was gonna take it slowly! Before you might have enjoyed it! But now… Now, I’m just going to fuck you in every hole you have without regard for your pleasure, your body, or your safety. You’re nothing to me but a wet warm hole to stick my cock in, you dirty little slut!”
Fear shot through her. Her nudity and compromising position had occurred to her, but she had staved off the idea that her captor would sink as low as to actually rape her. She tugged at the cuffs on her wrists, causing herself great pain at the same time. She wriggled her hips from side to side, in the vain hope that somehow she’d wriggle free, but the restraints holding her legs up kept her from gaining any real momentum.
As she struggled, he walked in-between her flailing legs. He looked down at her perfectly smooth pussy lips and felt a deep need to be inside them. He to, was naked, his hard cock stood straight and true in front of him and pulsed as he watched her buck against her restraints. Her butt moved from side to side in the most hypnotic way. Her struggling caused her breathing to increase and as she felt his presence she panicked. Her breathing was rapid, and she started to squeal.
“Please God! Please God! No.” She pleaded.
He grabbed her by her hips and pushed her down, against the table, then moving forward, he rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against her hairless pussy lips. She tried to buck him off with all her might, but the pressure on her hips was too much for her to move him.
“No… Please no,” She whimpered. “Please…”
Pushing her down with the palm of his left hand with enough force to stop her bucking entirely he used his right hand to guide his cock into her. He rubbed his bulbous cock head against her hot pussy and he was unsurprised to feel her lips beginning to lubricate. He’d done this before. He knew, no matter how afraid a woman was of being fucked against her will, her body would always betray her at some point. Just, not usually this quickly. He chuckled to himself as Paris realised what her own body was doing and her head dropped, with a thud, onto the steel. She began to weep, with juddering breaths, tears and sobs. She cried.
Gripping his manhood in his hands tightly, he slowly began to penetrate her soft, tight hole with his long, wide length. He was just over nine inches and he was girth-y for his size. As he eased himself into her (more for his own comfort than hers) he could feel her sobbing contracting the muscles in her cunt. He loved that feeling. Sliding himself in further, he let go of his cock, and instead grabbed her long blonde hair, and as he thrust his full length into her, her pulled her back as far as her restraints would allow. She screamed in agony, and his cock pulsed as her vaginal walls tightened around his thick shaft.
Pushing down on her lower back with his left hand and gripping her hair in his right, he slid his throbbing member in and out of her now dripping pussy. She was screaming in pain, and tears were streaming down her face, as he began to push himself deeper, harder and faster into her hot hole. As he gained speed her let go of her hair, and her body dropped with a thud onto the cold steel of the table he had designed specifically. It was the perfect height for his cock to intrude upon any girls slit, were she strapped to it.
He gripped both of her hips and began pounding away at her hot and wet little cunt. Thrusting himself into her as she bellowed with fear, disgust and pain… But he could hear pleasure to. She was beginning to enjoy it. Her lack of control, his forceful nature, the brutality of his huge cock impaling her tiny hole. She could feel it to. She could hear herself beginning to enjoy this hell of an experience, and that recognition made her sick, but she got wetter. His massive rod, ramming in and out of her twat was mercilessly rubbing her G-spot and making her dizzy with excitement. As her crying subsided and she gripped the sides of the steel platform she laid upon, her breathing rapid, she suddenly felt wave upon wave of pleasure ripple through her body. She shook violently, almost in an epileptic fit of orgasm, as her pussy contracted around its violent invader and her slippery cum dribbled out of her, dripping to the floor and coating her captors’ erection. His large muscular hands were almost wide enough to wrap entirely around her tiny waist, and as he dug his fingers into her hip sockets, he pushed his thumbs into the base of her spine and, feeling her orgasm, let out an almighty bellow of his own. He increased his speed as he ploughed his rock hard cock deep into to her. Her skin around his hands went white under the pressure of his grip, and her buttocks twitched, as he watched himself move in and out of her. He slowed himself down once again, and smiled.
“You liked that, didn’t you? You dirty fucking slut. You love getting raped don’t you?” He said, as her body went limp and she breathed heavily; lay out flat on the ever more heated steel. Her body causing moisture and condensation to form all around her. “You’re not going to fucking like this. I guarantee it.”
She had tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but never had she had such an intense orgasm, or one that came upon her so quickly. She didn’t know the man currently violating her body, she had no idea what he looked like, or his name, but he was a dominant sexual predator and she was entirely at his mercy, and as much as she hated herself for it, she absolutely loved his dick inside her hot, wet pussy.
Such a shame for her then that he now removed it. Coated in her pussy juices (her intense orgasm had created them in abundance) he moved up slightly and pushed himself against the little puckered mouth of her anal cavity. Her body, entirely drained of energy from her orgasm, twitched in an effort to keep him out of her but to no avail, he simply held her down once more with his left hand and pushed against that tiny, tight hole with his throbbing hardon, and as his bulging head began to penetrate her ass Paris hummed out a noise of discomfort and disapproval. Her whimper only solidified his already solid resolve to continue her humiliation and sexual abuse, and he pushed against her harder. Again, moving slowly to ensure his own comfort, he used her own sexual oils as lubricant to insert his oversized penis into her out hole and slide inside her. As she whimpered in pain, he let out a low, satisfied growl.
She felt him entering her ass, and knew that he could easily tear her in half. She thought about all of the men she had been with, almost countless, and not a one had given her an orgasm like the one she’d just felt. Not a one had been as thick as him either. His length wasn’t the problem, but his girth and his brutal manner both pained and pleasured her equally. His growling, as he pushed into her deeper, was so primal. He pussy began to get wet from the idea of what was about to happen to her. Her fear that he would plunge into her without regards for her body, was mixed with curiosity as to how that would feel. She had begun his sexual assault on her pussy with nothing but fear and ended it with the most intense sexual feeling she had ever had. Her anticipation was getting the better of her, and as she continued to whimper, she knew that she was becoming more and more excited by his invasion upon her. She knew she was lost. She was a slut…
His slut.
She began to beg, under her breath that he stop, repeating the word over and over. “Please stop,” she said. “Please.”
But she knew that her whimpers and whisperings were nothing to him, and that all her begging would make no difference. She knew that her unwillingness only spurred him on, and yet she continued. His huge pole slowly sliding into her butt, he stopped halfway and slid out once more. He began a rhythmic motion, and with each forward thrust he pushed his cock deeper into her ass. With each movement he made, all he could feel was the strangling around his rock solid cock. It was intensely pleasurable for him. While she whimpered and begged under him, he could feel her ass gripping him tightly, and after her orgasm around his length only moments early, he felt his balls ready to explode.
He began to thrust more forcefully, filling her deeper than she had ever been filled before. She was aware that the pain she was feeling was much more than the pleasure she had gotten from the anticipation and her begging became more resigned. She didn’t want to feel his cock rip her ass to pieces and her fear began to come back fully, penetrating her as deep as he was. His cock throbbed inside her and all she could think was that at any moment he would tear into her, breaking her entirely and destroying her hole…
But then, without warning she felt hot sprays of cum inside her ass, coating her inner walls with his gooey spunk. He grunted as his whole body twitched into her hole and he gushed into her, filling her up with hot, sticky liquid. She actually began to cry with relief that he’d finished so swiftly, and confusion about the fact that his release had made her pussy juices flow again and she was now ready for more of his violation inside her cunt.
As he shot his final stream of cum into her, he collapsed onto her back, pressing her body against the steadily cooling steal beneath her. Her breath forming condensation upon it, as his breath tickled the back of her neck and he grunted with pleasure. His softening penis began withdrawing from her, and strangely, both of them began to laugh. It was entirely involuntary on both their parts, but the feeling of his soft cock sliding out of her tight ass was tickling the nerves in both of their sensitive areas. Unable to hold back the pair laughed and suddenly each was humanised to the other.
He pushed himself up off of her, and stared down at her body, trussed up for his pleasure. He had raped many women in his time, but none like her. None had actually enjoyed his invasion upon their bodies and none had shared in laughter with him after the fact. As much as he felt no sorrow for what he had done (her body lay prone as it was simply for his enjoyment as his cock twitched in approval at the sight) he knew he was done with her for the moment.
Silently he unclipped her leg restraints and then walked around the table to un-cuff her hands. She looked up at him for the first time, and her bright blue eyes locked onto his face. Had she not just been violently and brutally raped by the man she would almost describe him as sweet looking. His hair was black, dusted with grey and his eyes were a deep blue. His face showed age, but not nearly as much as she could see in his eyes, but as her eyes travelled down his body it became even more difficult to judge. Was he not naked, she would’ve guessed he was in his mid to late forties (and still been wrong) but his body was more ripped and buff than any man she’d ever dated, he was clearly in great shape.
She slid herself into a seated position on the table without breaking eye contact with him. She stared up at him, and could feel his warm semen slowly seeping out of her butthole onto the surface beneath her. It was strangely pleasurable for her, and made it hard for her to keep her eyes on his, without betraying her body’s readiness for more.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“David.” He replied.

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Fantasm

A Hellish Paradise

Jennifer felt butterfllys in her tummy.Justin,in her opinion was Gorg with a capital G!Unfortunately she was’nt the only one who thought so.She had seen her sister, Lisa eyeing him.In fact she thought all the girls fancied him!The music above deck,was blaring louder as the drinks flowed freely.She smelt under her arms.Geez! she thought, underarm girl!She looked at herself in the full length mirror.She knew she was attractive[Jennifer was way beyond attractive but conceited she was’nt].Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders to her lower back.Her hairdresser Juan, never stopped raving about it,almost embarrassingly so!This trip had baked her body to a healthy golden brown.Beneath the bikini her breasts and pubic region were a milky white.The two piece looked good on her, bright orange with white palms and pineapple pattern.On her taut tummy hung a dolphin bellybutton ring.She had bought a variety of them at markets as her family,sailed the various islands of Malaysia and Indonesia.Jennifer had never seen her mom and dad so happy.They were acting like a honeymoon couple and Jen was happy for them.The years of their mom being so lonely while work consumed their dad,appeared over.Their father a computer whizz,had hit it big time!He had sold his rapidly expanding company for millions.Jennifer was’nt a material girl like her sister Lisa.She just wanted her family to be happy and content.A vivid image of Justin in that black speedo flashed through her head and again she felt that fuzzy warm feeling race through her tummy.Even her cheeks got hot!That sixpack was drop dead gorgeous, she thought and giggled.She patted her lean stomach and ran excitedly and expectantly up the steps to the deck.
The three yachts were anchored closely together within swimming distance of the lush island.It’s sea sand was white as salt.Everybody was gathered on Jennifer’s dad’s yacht.A table was laid, overflowing with perfect looking fruit and delicious snacks.Her mom and dad were chatting to Mr and Mrs Jenkins.They were sweet people but their identical twin daughter’s Karla and Kayla were twits!So snobish and full of attitude!Jennifer could’nt stand them.They looked at her and sniggered,whispering to each other and giggling.John and Verna Makins an elderly retired couple had brought their grandson,Justin along on what they called a leisurely cruise of the oceans.Justin was twenty and Jen on the brink of her eighteenth birthday hoped he did’nt think she was just a kid.Lisa although only twenty three was a maneater and would go for Justin, just to piss Jen off!Lisa was basking in the sun.On her back wearing shades and showing her gym toned body to the world.Jennifer loved her but knew that her sister could be a really manipulating and spiteful piece of work!He touched her on her right shoulder from behind.Jen felt a strange tingling sensation from his mere touch.She turned to face him.He was so adorable!Her surroundings melted away and she was only aware of him.”Come, let’s swim!”and he dived gracefuly overboard.Jen,besotted would have followed him to hell if he asked nicely!She pindropped,landing in the warm azure water feet first.As she surfaced he was at armslength from her! His pearly white teeth and beautiful mouth grinning at her.”Let’s go to my yacht!”He splashed water at her and underneath the warm water he took her hand firmly in his.She looked over her shoulder nervously at the yacht behind her.Maybe she should’nt? she thought for a moment.Justin started making his way slowly through the water towards the ‘Emma Rose’ towing Jennifer behind him.She looked at his muscular back and felt excitement build inside her.She also felt a tinge of nervousness,this was moving a bit fast for her.She wasn’t very experienced.One hot summer afternoon when she was sixteen and nobody was home.Ben a classmate had come home with her after school.She had fancied him and thought the blonde athlete resembled a Greek God.They had listened to music in her room.The sexual tension had been so strong that she could almost taste it.He had suddenly kissed her and she had let him.She had tasted peppermint bubblegum on his breath.They had both been very aroused and she had almost let him take her virginity.At the end she had denied him.He had been pissed and almost forced her to blow him! She had been astounded and abit disgusted at the way he had squirted on her hand and bedding at the end.It had been freaky and yuck!They reached the ‘Emma Rose’ and Justin let her up the rope ladder hanging over the side first.He looked up at her as she unsteadily climbed the rungs.Under the water his cock was raging hard.This bitch was going to be easy!He was going to pummel her cunt!He ate her behind with his eyes.She had the firmest little butt he had ever seen.Lisa, sat up on her elbows and watched the two of them board the yacht.She smiled wryly,about fourty minutes was all he had before all hell broke loose!
Lisa looked at the people around her.Party on fuckers! she thought, enjoy it while you can!She had met Justin on the net two years previously.They were so very alike, almost soulmates.When this was all over they could be together and filthy fucking rich!!!
They entered his tiny cabin and Justin, motioned her to sit on his bunk.Right there in front of her he pulled down and stepped out of his speedo!Jen nearly chocked and was startled!His dick looked huge and she had to say damn ugly!Ben’s penis and other’s she had seen on porn sites looked almost inviteing.His was a dark brown and the head resembled a large overipe plum!It was erect and jutting before him at a weird angle.Jen felt apprehensive and uneasy and wanted out of here!Any arousal she had felt dissolved.This guy’s a jerk!
“Want a joint?” he asked eyeing her.
“Um,no thanks.I don’t do that shit.Um.. Justin, sorry but I’m not feeling so well.I’m gonna go!”Jen rose to leave and almost unbelievably he slaped her a stinging blow across the face!The surprise and force behind it, sent her sprawling onto the bed.Jen took a few seconds to gather herself.She fought off the blackness that nearly overcame her.She was aware of him roughly pulling her pants off.What the fuck is going on! she thought and became angry as her full senses returned.She kicked out at the scumbag with her barefeet and opened her mouth to scream.Justin punched her this time, giving her a bloody nose.She passed out.He was like a raging bull!He looked down at the unconcious bitch before him.Her puss was cleanly shaven and looked like a tight little number.He stuck his middle finger into her.She was dry and her flesh resisted him.Justin reached under his bed and took the small tube of lube.He forced the top of the lube between her vaginal lips and squeezed a generous dose out of it.Working the lube from the start of her cunt down at her ass up to her clit.He noticed a little brown halfmoon birthmark next to the crack of her ass.He squeezed a big blob onto his middle finger and buried his finger up her shithole to the knuckle.Time was of the essence and he did’nt have it to fuck around.He grabbed her legs and pressed them back against her breasts.He reached under and pulled her bikini top down over her tits.Pushing her legs to the side he looked at them.A small white handful with chewy looking nipples.They madened him and brought on a secretion of precum from his angry looking cockhead!In the summer heat and the confines of his small cabin he swore he could smell her musky cunt and ass.He pressed her legs down against her breasts forcefully once more.His positioning lifted her buttocks from the blanket.The way he had her poised,her delightful assets were stretched and ready for him.Still holding her legs by either thigh he guided his throbing prick to her ass.He wanted her analy first.The plum head eased against her rosebud anus.He started working his hips in a slow circular motion and with the help of the lube slid the nut into her.Justin groaned and started to sweat.Fuck this was good!His cockhead felt like it was in a extremely tight fleshy vice.He looked down and humped..His brown shaft ate up her innards entering her like a snake escaping into its hole.She was excruciatingly tight.He worked his way into her untill he was buried to the hilt.His testicals squashed up against her ring.He kept still,savouring the snug fit.He twitched his cock inside her,enjoying his domination and sodomy of the bitch!Then with gusto he started ramming her,skewering her poopshoot with his member.Humping her animalisticaly and with cruelty.Forceing her ass open.Her tiny anus looked stretched danger ously wide around his base.Jen came to,to pain as he sodomised her..She tasted blood in her mouth from her nose.He was hurting her!!!”Nooo, its sore!Stop it! Please,Justin don’t!NO MORE!!”She yelled!Justin reached over still ensconsed in her ass and put the radio on loud to drown her protests.”Listen cunt!Shut your fucking mouth and take my cock!You want to prance around with that hot little bod teasing everybody huh?!Fuck you bitch!”He slapped her hard again and Jen started to sob uncontrolably.Tears streamed down her cheeks.”Like it bitch?My cock?Do you like it?huh?huh?huh?huh?”Every time he said huh? he rammed deep into her!Jen yelped with every thrust.His penis was so deep that she felt racing pain in her gut.His hands left her legs and he kept her beneath him with his bodyweight.His rough kneading fingers found her small breasts and squeezed and pinched at her.He pulled and tortured her nipples.He twisted her buds so viciously little bursts of sharp pain exploded in her chest!”Noooo,Mommy!Noooo!
Pleassse!You hurting me!”Jen could’nt believe he was forcing himself on her!She had had such a crush on him!Had come here feeling so romantic.Expecting something sweet and gentle to happen and here she was being violated!She cried silent tears as she was robbed of her naivety.He quickened his thrusts as he watched her biteing on her lip,eyes closed and tears awash.Stupid fuck he thought she would die soon!The thought drove him over the edge and he let fire inside her dumpster.Jen’s mind was trying to escape from the vicious pounding she was enduring.His sudden moan of delight and sweet release brought her back to reality!He shouted what sounded like a cruel yell of victory at her buttfuck and degradation.”Yeah,bitch oh yeah!Take it cunt,take it!Shooooo, YEAH!”She felt his seed erupt deep in her ass crevice.Gushing and spurting hotly inside her.Inundating her innards with a heavy hoseing.Jen screamed at him as he came.”You fucking bastard!I hate you!I hate yooouuuu!”Justin was swimming in a lake of arousel,lust and power.He had just cum heavily draining his balls.Still his cock was painfully erect and eager for more.He manhandled the lithe beautiful bitch onto all fours.His hand firmly wrapped around her tight tummy.One finger on her bellybutton ring.He swore he was going to rip it right off!She struggled against him but he was way to strong.The movement of her ass and puss as she struggled drove him wild.With one hand he took his shit encrusted shaft and aimed it to rip into her cunt.At the very moment that he was about to deflower her the almost deafening chatter of heavy machinegun fire filled the air.
Lisa, had quietly slipped over the side minutes before the deck was raked with spitting bullets.The tipsy and raucus assembly never knew what hit them.They tumbled like skittles.Jen’s dad standing at the time and telling a rather lewd joke.Took a volley across his chest.He stared down in disbelief at the gaping crimson holes across his white T and then tumbled backwards into the sea.Jen’s mom was the only one who tried to dive for cover.Still in midair she took five bullets in the side and was dead before she landed.Mr and Mrs Jenkins took the brunt of the fire.They slumped forward in their bulletriddled deckchairs.Mr Makins somehow thinking that he was hallucinating stood up unsteadily,pointing theatricaly at the oncomming dinghy and shouted ”What the hell…his face exploded as it was ripped apart.His wife fell next to him her throat a pulpy mess.Lisa waited till she heard the mens boots pounding on the wooden deck.As she climbed back over the rail she surveyed the scene.The amount of blood flowing from the dead bodies surprised her.The men were a dirty uncouth rabble.Standing out like a sore thumb was the captain, the immaculately dressed and thickset African,Bakr.”Why if it ain’t Miss Lisa!”he yelled giving her a huge bear hug.She pulled free of his embrace.”Now,now Miss Lisa,don’t be like that to your business asscociate the adorable and lovable,Bakr!”he said smiling broadly.”I thought there had been a terrible misshap and you had been killed along with these other fine folks!” he gave her a big wink.His men suddenly let out whoops of surprsie and wonderment from below.”What are those dumb fucks on about now!?” he fumed loudly to no one in particular.Two of his men appeared each with a twin draped over their shoulder like a bag of potatoes.The girls were screaming and bawling.”My word!A day when we reap our just rewards,boys!”’ Bakr roared and laughed uproariously.He leant forward and slapped Karla playfully on the rump.”Boys we having sweetpie for dinner!”Yells of delight greeted his promise of what was to come.Karla and Kayla were screaming like banshee’s.”Oh,get these two bit ho’s the fuck out of ya!”Bakr bellowed.”Sorry about that noisy little interlude Miss Lisa!They will pay a dear price for their assault on our eardrums!Now,finance time!The balance I am sure you will NOT forget to deposit once the estate is wound up,right Miss Lisa?”
Justin had groaned when the sound of gunfire roared.Oh well shit happens!What a waste of prime pussy he thought as he reached under the matress and retrieved the large fish gutter.He raised it high.Jen glanced over her shoulder seeing the knife raised to strike.She kicked back hard with her foot,connecting him flush in the groin.He yelped and collapsed on her the knife falling from his hand.She untangled herself and raced up to the deck.The sight that met her filled her with horror.Her dad, floating face down.Streaks of blood splashed against the side of their yacht.Men on board,one of them talking to Lisa.She knew she was in terrible danger.Instinct propelled her and she dived into the water.Swimming for all her worth towards shore.Lisa’s eyes had grown wide at the sight of Jennifer emerging and looking at them.Her mouth droped open.Bakr seeing her facial expression turned to follow her gaze.He saw a beautiful looking girl dive into the water,naked except for a bikini top gathered below her small boob’s.”Oh shit!Justin,you dumbfuck!”Lisa screamed.Her face distorted with rage.”Do something!Kill her!For fucksake,KILL her !”Bakr unholstered his gun and leveled it ,holding it with both hands.He opened fire at the swimming figure.Plops of water flew into the air near Jen.She was on her feet now running towards the lush greenery which promised her cover.She put every ounce of energy she could muster into her headlong race to the foilage.It beconed her,close now.One of the men unshouldered his heavy calibre rifle and unleashed a fiery torrent in Jen’s direction.Lisa saw the bullets whip up sand to her sisters left and then the bitch was swallowed by the jungle!”Fuck!Shit man!”Lisa stomped her foot with the sheer aggravation of it!”Send men after her and kill her!It ain’t bloody difficult!” she hissed.
Jen had maintained her speed for at least fifteen minutes as she raced through the jungle.She had fallen twice and stumbled countless times.Her naked body had taken a beating as branches lashed her.Her mind raced faster than her body.They all dead!She thought.She had seen the carnage and knew they were gone!Was it possible that Lisa could be behind this?Would she kill their parents and try to kill her to?
She had cried bitter tears as she hurtled onwards.Despair and grief threatened to crush her.She was tiring markedl, her bolt winding down to an exhausted jog.Her feet were grazed and sore.Sweat ran into her mouth from her top lip and her hair felt matted to her skull.Her ass ached and felt raw where Justin had used her.She had fellt his seed oozing from her on the yacht.She stoped,leaning on a tree for support gasping for breath,her lungs felt on fire!
“Now,now Miss Lisa!Calm down to a panic!I have sent three of my best men after the girl.They will catch up with her in no time!”Bakr gave her a confident grin.”Stick to the original plan and forget this minor problem!Please Miss Lisa I can’t handle the angst!”Lisa was pacing giving Justin an icy stare for letting Jen get away.”You send the sos signal” he continued..”The two of you were ashore when you heard the gunfire.You watched from the jungle as pirates ransacked the boats!You waited for them to leave before you swam out to the yachts.The world will be aghast at the terrible tragedy that has befallen you two!Both of you will grieve bitterly and then collect a healthy inheritance.Plain and simple!I’m leaving now!I will pick up my men after the storm has died down.They have more than enough provisions and know the jungle!The picture is rosy!” he chuckled loudly and his tone reassured Lisa.
It took the coastguard three hours to arrive.The authorities lapped up their version of events.It was all over the news.So sad!So savage!They were treated like royalty and sent home as hero’s who had survived a ghastly tragedy.
For three days the men aboard the rusty fishing trawler had their way with the twins.It had started the moment they were taken aboard.They were brought to Bakr’s cabin.They had cried incessantly and begged for mercy earlier as they were made ready for the ‘officers’.Rough hands had stripped them buck naked.The group of men had laughed and chatted all the time in their tongue as they oiled the twins bodies.Karla had yelled loudly in pain as one of them had proded and poked at her pussy and ass..He had drilled her with his fingers,scraping at her intestines.The pain had been excruciating!They were pushed into the cabin.Bakr and six of his cronies were waiting in anticipation.They had consumed a large amount of rum and were drunk and mean.Lust had eaten at them as they awaited the girls arrival.They fell on the fifteen year olds like demons from hell!
Karla screamed a gut wrenching yell as she was flung over a table.Her tummy hurt like hell as she bounced against it.Bakr grabbed her hair and forced her face down onto it.The table was old and worn and Karla felt a splinter embed itself in her cheek.She screamed.Bakr rewarded the young bitch with a heavy handed slap on the back of the head.”Shut the fuck up!Noooooow!”He bellowed the force of his thunder sent a splash of his saliva onto her bare back.They were quiet and subdued and almost comatose after that.Karla whimpered as his large hands roamed over her back.She felt his sandpaper like paws work her young supple flesh.Bakr groaned from the feel of her against his leathery hands..He undid his heavy buckle and his trousers slipped to the floor.gathering around his ankles.Amongst the ho’s of the islands he was known as cannon or black mamba for obvious reasons.He wore no underwear and manouvered his prick so that it was tight against the young things buttocks.It looked like ebony and ivory.He squashed himself tightly against her.The picture of his now fully erect,dark member pressing her whole young crack open and sticking out way above her little hard buttocks drove him ballistic!In his intoxicated state he was like a rabid dog.Karla felt his penis thrust against her.It felt large and sweaty and hot against her skin..She was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it!Bakr gave a whoop of joy at what he was about to take forcefully and greedily.He kicked her ankles apart unkindly with his heavy boots.The pain caused Karla to cry out loudly.Panic washed over her like a tidal wave.”No,please!You can’t!I don’t want to!!!!!”Her protests aroused him more!Bakr shoved himself brutally inside her.He all but split her in half!His thick dong opened her up like a can of sardines.Her vaginal walls were stretched and pushed aside.He invaded her and ploughed through her hymen like a freight train!.Karla was so pain riddled that her whole body cried out for relief.She sucked in air and let out a wretched scream.She rose on her toes to try and escape his burrowing organ.Her body tensed painfully.He used the opportunity to take hold of her quaint little titties.He treated them as harshly as he was treating her puss.He fucked her hard and fast.His cock seemed to be buried in her body like a spear.He could’nt get it in any further.Bakr, fucked her like he fucked his ho’s.He tore her and his cock was awash with her blood.Karla reached her pain threshold and thankfully let the darkness take her.Bakr was banging the white bitch,his dominance and control over her enthralled him.Her virginal blood was running down her thighs mixed with cunny juice.
He was rooted in her.The other cunt screamed.Continuing his pulverising of her, he glanced over his shoulder.Kayla was flat on her back, he could see her ass minced against his hard bunk and one of the lads was screwing her hammer and tongs.The others stood in line waiting to have a crack.Bakr nailed the bitch for ages.She was moaning incoherently from his continueous punishment.He lit a cigarette and when he was finished put it out on her ass cheek.She mewed in pain like a cat..He eventually drew her to him and emptied his balls deep in her body.He grunted in triumph as she took his gush of jism.And so they fucked them throughout the night.The torture grew more insane as the night drew on.One of the guys nailed Karla spreadeagled to the table and they repeatedly raped her till her pussy was so abused that it grew red and swollen like some weird hard amber bulb.By the third day the twins were a bloody mess.Teeth knocked out,asses torn and gaping.Their stomachs were bloated from all the copious amounts of semen released inside them.Their vagina’s barely resembled female sexual organs.Used and abused they were tossed overboard to the sea like discarded garbage!
Jen wailed as she was tackled hard from behind. She hit the ground hard and her breath was knocked from her lungs.She gasped for air like a fish out of water her chest heaving like a billows.Her body shook from fear of what they would do to her.She had collapsed from exhaustion, stinking of sweat and grime as she forced herself to keep going in the moonlight.Visibilty had been poor and she had tripped headlong over a thick vine.She had promised herself that she would rest only for a few minutes to get her breath back.Sheer tiredness had taken her into a deep troubled sleep where she lay.She had awoken at sunrise only to have the nightmare continue.She had heard them bearing down on her.She had tried to run but her legs were stiff and weary and they had caught up with her easily.The man holding her tightly around the knees, screeched with exhilaration”I got her boys!I got the wench!Yehaaaaaaa!”He let out a throaty rebel yell.Jen reached down and pulled at a handful of his hair with all her might!”Ouch bitch!You cunt!” he screamed angrily.He grabbed her arm and twisted her flesh painfully.”Ow!” she wailed and screamed at the top of her lungs from panic”Help me!Oh God pleaassse,somebody help me!”She knew her cries were in vain but she wanted to live!To be happy,travel,fall in love and have babies!So many things she still wanted to experience!His companions arrived and one of them kicked her in the ribs!She felt as though someone had hit her with a hammer!She was in agony and her side felt numb.She writhed from pain on the ground. The three men watched her and laughed.Jack was a huge bald biker looking son of a bitch.His ears,nose and eyebrows were adorned with piercings.His fat uncircumcised penis sported a gold cockring.He was a mean disturbed character who loved to give pain.Samsun was a short stocky Malaysian.An incredible tracker,his face was a patchwork of scars from many a brawl.Frank was a wiry Ugandan and as thick as pigshit!He had a perpetual gummy toothless grin.She looked at the three of them eating her naked body with their eyes.They were like something out of a deeply unsettling macarbe nightmare!She lost her will to fight and through pure terror became a babbling,begging and beseeching little girl!Her tears flowed and ran down her face forming clear trails through the dirt and dust.Jack looking down at her.Could’nt believe their good fortune!He was amazed!Fuck,she was beauitiful!Her dishevelled state only added to the alure.”Boys!Put some bedding down on the ground.We going to have us a party!”Samsun, unrolled their cheap unwashed and scratchy blankets on the floor hastily.The naked girl had already given him a cockstand.Jack, picked her up by the ankle with one hand and tossed her onto the makeshift bed.Jen was traumatised.”No!no!oh no!…You can’t!Don’t please,pleasssse leave me!I can’t take this nooooo more!”Jack undressed.He could smell his own rank,sweaty body odour.He took everything off.He kneeled down between her legs opening them wide and placing the ball of each of her feet on his shoulders.She was ajar, her pussy secreating a greyish fluid from a minor bladder infection she had picked up in the jungle.Jen tossed her head from side to side.She was past resisting.Tired of fighting,her being raped was inevitable now.She felt so ashamed!Open like a flower for this beast!Her feet rested on his hot sweaty shoulders, she was at his mercy!Jack gripped his shaft and opened her pink petals.His knob found her moist cunt channel.The feel of her soft inner skin felt exquisite against his crown.The knob dissapeared from view between her legs.Jen felt him slip into her.She blinked as fresh tears broke.Jen felt more of him invading her.She sighed in resignation.When his ring bareing cap met her protective hymen, Jack was flabbergasted!His mouth twisted into a evil grin.His lips peeled back.Jen looked at him.He was disgusting and so gross!”Boys ya not going to believe this bird!She ain’t ever had a oneeyed snake up her!She sure does now!And big daddy Jack is going to pluck him a juicy cherry!Yeaaaaah!”He thrust savagely forward as Samsun and Frank animatedly urged him on.Jennifer shrieked as he punched a hole through her virginity.The skin tore and her blood flowed within her.The pain was intense and she bit involuntarily into her lip.Her nostrils flared and her feet twitched and kicked against him.”Yeah,princess!Feel it baby!Take Uncle’s dong,darlin!”Jack was getting off on her face.It was grimacing and contorting as he filled her.Jen felt uncomfortably penetrated.She just wanted this to be over!Her throat was dry and she needed water.Jack was humping her quickly,his entire length was submerged in her warm deepths.His sac squashed against her pubes and banged against her anus.”Yip!Ya,good angel!That’s a warm sperm guzzler ya got!Oh yeah,don’t nobody ever tell ya different!Uhuh hmmmm sure is FINE!”He suddenly drove into her with all the force of his hips violating her further.He licked her face.She turned her head,closing her eyes.He licked her from chin to ear.”Fuck yeah,huh!How’s that!Bam!Bam!Bam!”He clung to her as his jism burst forth in her core.He mumbled and slowly withdrew from her.”Look boys!Take a peek!”His shaft was crimson with watery blood.A strand of reddish murky white semen still joined them like a dark witness to their copulating.He lay back quenched.Jen was defeated.She felt the man’s outpouring trickling out of her and collecting on her ass.Samsun was next,he took off his jeans,revealing a small jutting prick.He turned her on her tummy and rogered her ass.Her backside was raw from her earlier sodomy and although the man was small he made Jen whine throughout with pain.She ranted,when he dryly stuck it in her.He rode her furiously,clinging on to his ride like a horny monkey.He made Jen beg for relief from the raw chaffing pain”No!Damn it! You fucking hurtring me,bad!That’s sore!”She dug her fingers into the dirt and broke out in a sweat.She cried,groaned,begged and moaned but he would’nt stop!He ass fucked her for what seemed like hours with unmatched stamina.He was killing Jen’s butt!She had never felt such excruciating pain,it devoured her gut.She screamed.”Awww,ouch!Heyyyy pleassse!Aaaaaah finissh!!!!Oh I beg you,PLeAASSE!”He pulled his stabing dick out of her butt as he shot.Jack and Frank looked on in awe at the amount of jism he let loose over the bitches ass and back.His spurts were strong and covered an amazing distance.One wet sticky spurt hit her head.Jen closed her eyes grateful to be free of her tormentor.She could feel his stuff all over the top half of her body.It had felt warm against her flesh. Now cooling,she felt it running down her sides.Jen was thankful,Frank choose her vagina to runtJen let him take her.Frank knew nothing of women.He was a halfwit and this was his first fuck.He made a hash of it.No sooner had he sunk into her than he grunted and bucked his ass,orgasming heavily.Jen felt his burst in her twat.His mouth stank like sewerage and she wanted him off her!”Idiot!” Jack shouted and pulled the man roughly from her.
They give her water which she guzzled down.She ate the food ravenously as they made camp.She feared they would kill her after the rape.As if reading her mind,Jack said ”Not yet baby shoes!Ya the night’s entertainment!”.
The dark,drove Jen to the depths of despair and humiliation.They did unspeakable things to her.In the small tent they passed her about like a rare delicacy to savour.Samsun,had her under his blanket his chest against her back.His hand painfully holding her leg back.He was rooted in her and bucking wildly.He had been going at her so for at least an hour!

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The New Teacher Gives Me Detention…

My name is Phoenix, I’m 17 years old, a senior in highschool and I live in a small, shitty, conservative town in Maine that I long to get the fuck out of. I have long black and pink hair, and I have my septum, lip (snakebites) and nipples peirced (just to give you a visual).
The first day back from my Christmas break, I walked into my favorite class (World Geography) to get the shock of my life. My favorite teacher Mr. Cage was no where to be seen, and sitting in his chair behind his desk was a different man completely. I came to find out Mr. Cage had resigned and this was his replacement. As I stared him down I took in the details about him. His hair was cut into a military style mohawk, he was strong faced, and had his left eyebrow peirced. He was wearing a white dress shirt and tie (not tucked in), jeans and some dirty sneakers. The man noticed my stares and turned his head to look at me, and flashed me a friendly grin. I on the other hand, flashed him a dirty look and took my seat. Maybe I sounded like a bitch, but I was pissed; Mr. Cage was the best teacher I ever had, and I loved the subject (So much that I planned on making it a career). I was already having a shitty day, and this made it ten time worse.
I took out my notebook and started to doodle, trying to pass the time. “Just this hour and it’ll be 3:00 and you can get the hell out of here!” I thought to myself. Suddenly I heard my name called “Huh?” I asked toward the direction of whomever said my name. It was the new teacher calling roll. “Phoenix, you’re here right?” he said and gave me a teasing wink. “Yeah.” I said smugly and went back to doodling.
It seemed it took hours before I heard my name yet again. “Huh, what?” I looked up, this time to see him at the front of the class next to the marker board, which had his name (Mr. Peirce) and some notes we were supposed to take on Japan. “I said, do you know the major exports of Japan?” “Uh, Iron, Steel, electronics, and automobiles?” “Very good. However, you haven’t been paying any attention all hour, and have been giving me an attitude all hour, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to make you stay after school in detention with me.” he stated. “WHAT?! The hell I will!” I screamed. “That, young lady, just earned you another detention. Would you like more? Please, continue.” he said with a stern look. The class behind me giggled and “ooohed” me. As much as I felt the need to continue, I shut my mouth and shook my head.
A few minutes later the bell rang and everybody left the room except for Mr. Peirce and I. “I’ll be back in just a minute, I’m going to use the restroom. Utilize your time and get out some homework or something to work on while I’m gone.” As he left the room I got out my book and started to read. When he got back he shut the door behind him (and to the lack of my knowledge at the time, locked it) and walked over to my desk. “So, what are you working on?” he asked. “I’m just reading a book, what’s it to you?” I stood up and said angrily. He looked at me in the eyes for a full 4 seconds before he grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me over to his desk and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to bend over his desk, my face down on top of it. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-” I got out before he slapped his other hand over my mouth. He bent down and whispered ferociously in my ear “When I’m teaching, I command respect. Maybe I seem like a push-over, a nice guy, but I won’t allow disrespect. You need to be taught a lesson.” He then proceeded to grab a ruler out of one of his drawers and dragged a corner of the ruler lightly down my spine, giving me chills and goosebumps. Then he unnexpectedly smacked my ass with it. Hard. Then again, and again. Each time I gave out a scream, almost unaudible because his hand stayed pressed against my mouth.
After a few more hard smacks he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, despite my protests. “You are a little slut aren’t you? Look at that, your pussy is soaking wet. Tsk, tsk, you enjoyed that didn’t you, you slut?” He said, licking his lips. I couldn’t help my self, as he rubbed his finger down my wet slit, I moaned. I think he took this as a que, as he pulled me back up by my hair (his hand off of my mouth) and made me sit on his desk. He licked and bit down my neck to my breasts, which he sucked and nipped at. He then spread my legs open, kneeled down, and started to eat my wet cunt. “Oh FUCK!” I moaned. “You like that slut?” He said as took away his mouth and started to finger me. It didn’t take very long before I came. Wave after wave of pure pleasure hit me. Again he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down on my knees, as he stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It must’ve been 9 inches, at least and was very thick. I licked the head and took it as far into my mouth and throat as I could. I gagged a few times, which he enjoyed, made apparent by his deep moans.
After a minute or two, he pulled me off and said “Damn, you are so good at this. Any longer and I might have lost it. Bend over, whore!” I did what he said. The next thing I knew he was inside me, unmercilessly pounding with all his force, sending me into wave after wave of earth shattering orgasms. “OH FUUUUUCK YES!” I screamed. A minute later he groaned deeply as he came deep inside me. After he pulled out, he pulled his pants back on and yelled “Get dressed slut!” So I got off of his desk and dressed myself. Once we were both dressed, he grabbed me by my hair, shoved me against the wall, and kissed me, hard. When we both ran out of breath he whispered in my ear, “You better have learned your lesson, slut. See you after school again tommorow.” And then he walked out. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to learn something new the next time.

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The Wendigo

*Warning* Sick and Twisted Do not read if your faint of heart. I’m back with a brand new and very, very disturbing story. Not for the faint of heart.

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Traveling the underworld and above

                              Traveling the underworld and above
Hello, I’m just saying that this is my first story, if you like it please leave a comment! Enjoy! 😀
She was walking, her heels clattering, noisily  against the cobblestone in the street, turning into an abandoned alley. She knew it was dangerous at this time of the night but she wanted to hurry home. Warily, she looked around the alley and found it deserted. A blue bin stood underneath a flickering lamp. She continued forward, walking slowly at first and then speeding up. What she didn’t know was that in the shelter of the bin were two men, overcome with lust and desire for Clary. Snarling, they lunged for Clary, Hands outstretched. Clary, confused let out an ear splitting scream. She kicked and struggled as The men gagged her with a foul smelling cloth. Then she fell into a deep sleep.
Clary woke up later to find herself bound to a chair, her wrists and feet tied with rope that scratched her tender skin. She struggled, screaming for help. 
    “shut up, bitch, no one will hear you, now how about you be a good little girl for us? We  can do it the easy way or the hard way.” he started to rip her blouse open, the fabric tearing underneath his calloused fingers. 
Tears streamed down Clary’s face, ” please, don’t! I’ll do anything else, I have money, whatever! But just don’t”
She was cut off by a slap to the face. “bitch, I said to shut up,” he continued undressing her while Clary struggled. 
“open your mouth,” the man said, signaling for the man beside him to hold Clary down.
She shook her head, tightening her lips together. He punched her, clary’s head snapped to the side and she gasped. The man didn’t waste any time stuffing his putrid smelling cock into her mouth. Groaning, he thrust into her mouth over and over again, clary’s nose being pushed up against his hair. She gagged from the smell, and closed her eyes. Another man was pinching her nipples, twisting them. She was breathless from the relentless pounding the back of her throat was getting and when he finally pulled out, she gasped for breath.
“please don’t , please” she begged, gasping when she felt fingers in her opening. A man was thrusting his fingers into her pussy, grunting. She whimpered, a small sound, he placed two fingers, then three and clary squirmed, uncomfortable.
“please don’t I’m a virgin!” she whimpered as he proceeded to slip four fingers into her. Clary felt like he was going to split in two. “stop! Please!” she screamed and thrashed as he jammed his whole hand up her cunt, dry. Blood trickled down Clary’s thighs and her vision started to blur as tears spilled out of her eyes. He moved in and out of her pussy, using the blood as lubricant.
“damn, she has a tight cunt!”
“Dan hold her down.” Dan moved to spread her legs and keep them down. The other man had pulled his hand out of clary’s hole, which was now gaping.
In one move he thrust into her, her saliva on his cock the only lubricant. She screamed as pain travelled through the lower section of her body. Dan placed his cock into her mouth. The pain was too much for Clary as the other man thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, groaning. She fainted.
He had heard screaming from the warehouse nearby and as he walked inside, he found two men bent over a woman who looked like she was unconscious. The men were grunting and with a flick of his wrist he sent them flying against the wall. She was beautiful, her black hair tumbled down around her face and over her naked form. She had big breasts, slender legs, narrow hips and full pink lips. The body any woman would crave for. The ropes that bound her snapped as he walked forward and took her into his arms, then spreading his wings, he flew away, quiet as the wind. 
Clary woke up on a soft bed, silk sheets covering her. She looked around in confusion and jumped when she saw a handsome man leaning against a door. Clary sat up, startled and realised that she was naked. She clumsily pulled up the sheets to cover her body. 
“w-where am I? Who are you?” she said, hands shaking. 
“don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, I found you with,” he hesitated, “with them” he ended flatly. 
Her stomach gave out a growland heat crept p into her cheeks. 
“umm do you happen to have some clothes I can put on?” she needed to wear something before she left. The man tossed her a shirt onto the bed and stared at her.
“could you..give me some privacy?” she wearily stared at the stranger, still not trusting him.
“the bathroom is over there,” he pointed to a door on her left, opposite the bed. Then he walked out, closing the door gently behind him. Clary walked into the room, bringing to big shirt with her. She was aching from last night and she pushed away the thoughts. She had a quick shower, and put on the shirt he had given her. He was like a dark prince, black hair, lidded dark eyes with curling long lashes. Opening the door she walked out of the luxurious room and into the hallway, climbing down the stairs before breaking into a run for the door. But he was there, casually standing there with his hands on clary’s shoulders.
“where do you think you’re going?” he asked, turning clary away from him and pushing her gently towards where she had come from.
“umm..going home?” she shrugged off his touch, her shoulders still tingling.
“what do you mean? You’re staying here with me,” he said seductively, his voice a whisper. 
Clary shivered, but not from the cold. 
“don’t you want something to eat?” he said, abruptly pushing clary into a seat by the table. He dissapeared and Clary waited, patiently, for him to return. When he did, he was carrying plates and cutlery. Then was followed by a few servants that held dishes filled with meat and delicacys. 
Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food and from the smell that wafted towards her. Not caring whether the food was clean, she ate. Stuffing her mouth with food.
“what’s your name?” the handsome stranger asked, watching clary eat with amusement.
“clary, yours?” she said,slightly annoyed at the look on his face.
“jace.” 
Clary had finished her food, she stood up and started to walk across the room and towards the door. “I’m going now, I have my own house.” she felt Jace’s eyes on her back, staring as she walked away. As soon as she stepped outside of his door she was grabbed by a few people, clad in black. She screamed and watched as Jace walked towards her,flinging aside her attackers like they were ants. 
“I told you that you were staying with me, didn’t I?” he whispered into her ear, his sweet breath tickling her neck. 
“w-what are you?who are you? H-how..” she trailed off, staring into jace’s eyes. 
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside the house. Clary jerked away from him. He sighed, his hand combing through his hair in frustration. 
“ok, look, I’m a demon, something like an evil angel.” jace said staring at Clary.
“a d-demon? You can’t be, there is no such thing as a demon! You are lying.” she said, her hands shaking. 
“you asked for the truth,” he shrugged, continuing to pull her towards the bed she woke up in. Clary felt that she should have been scared, but the thought of his being a demon only made her want him more. Jace’s wings spread out above her, blocking out the sunlight from the window. Warmth radiated from them and clary reached out a tentative hand to touch the soft feathers. His wing quivered underneath her touch, sighing as little shocks travelled through his body, a reaction from Clary’s touch. He bent his head, placing his lips against her soft ones. They kissed passionately, their bodies melding together as pleasure coursed through their bodies. Clary’s body burned where he touched her and he shivered at the thought of Clary being his, forever. 

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A DAY IN OCTOBER

Warning- Violent Family Rape. To comply with this sites new censorship rules, all references to age have been edited. Readers should consider all characters to be at least 18 yerars old. Sorry for any confusion in the story line.

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The Day Autumn Broke

Autumn Bell is a good Christian girl. The buxom and beautiful 16-year-old has pledged to remain chaste until her wedding night.

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Craving That Bitch | Chapter Two

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Mom Regrets Me *-* I Fuck Her

*I enjoy writing just as much as I do reading. So I will propose this… If any of you enjoy this
certain story and would wish me to write another one, then write me a story for me to read. And then
I will write another one. The story you write doesn’t need to be long. Something like a short story.
Something you might spend like 30 minutes on. After you write your short story, request the plot for
the next story and I’ll write it. It may seem stupid, but I do this because it gets the audience to
write a bit and go back and forth with story teller.
–This is complete fiction and fantasy. Not real events.–
When I was 17, times were tough. I had grown up in poverty as an only child. My father was a
horrible fucking bastard. He was a drunk fucker who didn’t give a shit about his family or what
happened to them. He was rarely home, and I preferred it that way because I knew that if he was
home, he would either be beating on me or my mom. My mom wasn’t very innocent either. She didn’t do
anything about the abuse. She just let it happen to both me and her. Either she didn’t care or she
liked it. She was a drug addict by day and a whore by night. All throughout the day, I would often
see my mom, shooting up, popping a pill, or smoking something. I didn’t know what she was doing and
I didn’t want to know. Most of her day consisted of doing a variety of drugs on the couch. I would
sit in the living room with her and watch TV. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to watch her ingest drug
after drug, so I would often retreat to the kitchen, where I spent most of my time. At night, I
would be in my room with the door locked. Every night. I didn’t know everything that happened in the
house at night, but I knew enough to know that it would be safer for me to stay in my room. I would
hear the front door open and close all night. People leaving and coming constantly. Through the door
of my room, I could hear the dull thumping on the wall pierced by my moms pathetic groans and
screams. I was disgusted with my life. I was disgusted with everything happening around me. I had
overflowing anger, but more importantly, I had an abundance of lust.
As much of a whore my mom was, there was no denying her beauty. She was gifted with a natural beauty
that no amount of drugs could seem to diminish. She was about 5 foot 7 with black hair and green
eyes. She had a perfectly plump ass and electrifying thighs. Her tits seemed to defy gravity due to
their sheer size and perkiness. They were huge, but still perfectly shaped. I had no shortage of
moments in which I saw my mom naked. It was actually a common occurence. Sometimes, she would be
completely naked on the couch just smoking and watching TV. She rarely spoke to me anyway, so what
reason did she have to be embarrased if I saw her naked? Her face, with the exception of her
expression, was of an angel and was so effortlessly beautiful. The reason I said “with the exception
of her expression”, is because her eye lids were always half-way closed. Her eyes were almost always
bloodshot, and she often had dark bags underneath her eyes. Most of the money she made went straight
into food, or make-up or anything that would counter-act he drug use. She ate constantly throughout
the day and I could hear her puking in the bathroom every night. She needed to keep the illusion of
youth, or business would be bad.
Angry and horny. Those were the emotions I felt all the time. I was always angry at my dad and my
mom. And I was constantly horny. The days in which I saw my mom naked didn’t help either. I was
living a pathetic existance and I was sick of it. I wasn’t an innocent child anymore. I knew my mom
was a pathetic crack whore. And I knew how much she regretted me. There wasn’t much I could do
except hide in my room. All I did in my room was think, so it’s no surprise that one day I came up
with the idea to rape my mom. It was a logical decision. I hated my mom because she hated me. And I
was a horny as fuck. It was as simple as that. One might look back at this and admit that it was a
bad choice and they regret it. But I would do no such thing. My mom deserved everything that she got
and I plan to tell you exactly what I did to her.
As I sat in my bad, I created my plans. My moms schedule was like clockwork.
– Lay on the couch naked, covered with dried jizz from the night before and in a drug induced coma
all morning until the afternoon.
– Eat and smoke and watch TV until the evening.
– And whore herself out to dozens of men all night.
It was so perfect, I had to make almost no preperations or precautions. I would wake up early, (6
am), and venture into the living room. On the couch I would find my naked and unconsious mother. She
would no wake up until at least 12. I had 6 hours to do anything I wanted to this slut and I had
never been more excited.
Still in my bed, I grabbed my water bottle and drank a generous amount of water. This would help me
wake up early enough to carry out the plans. Drinking all that water turned out to be a waste of
time because I couldn’t go to sleep anyway. My mind was like a tornado and there was no possible way
I could sleep. So many angry thoughts and sexual visions ran through my head. My cock was pulsating
all night. Twitching, and leaking. Aggravated that it could not release. The sexual tension grew
exponentially all through out the night, and by the time it was 6 am, I was extremely anxious. I had
an insatiable sexual desire and a burning rage within me. I was going to get revenge on that dirty
fucking whore that gave birth to me. I cringed at the thought of me coming out of the pussy of a
peice of shit person like that. At some moments I even thought of killing her, but I figured she
should have to suffer by living the rest of her life this way.
I got out of bed and removed all clothing. I would have no need for them for the next 6 hours. I
walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. In the reflection, I saw a man of strength and
passion. Not a boy. My face was flush with anticipation and my cock was rock hard. I walked to my
mom’s room with a single dastardly purpose. I yanked open the top drawer of her dresser. I knew that
this was the drawer where she kept her work supplies, (AKA sex toys). I had rumagged through the
drawer once before but it seemed she had made some additions to her collection. One such addition
was an enourmas 12 inch black dildo. It was a pleasant surprise and I got an evil spark in my eye. I
grabbed her newest toy, and some lube from the drawer. I then went to the kitchen to get a few
common household items for the fun I was about to have.
With my supplies in hand, I entered the living room and found a very similar sight. My mom was on
all fours, with her face down and ass up. Her head had been shoved fairly deep into the couch
cushions and you could only see half of her head. The last guy to fuck her in this position must
have left her this way after she probably blacked out while they were fucking. Her hair was covered
with dried cum and clumped together in bundles. Her pussy, (which was clearly visible in that
position), looked raw and red and was still moist. I stuck my finger in her pussy and felt around.
It was extremely warm and wet. A trail of cum followed behind my finger as I removed it from her
body. Her asshole looked somewhat distored. I squirted out a generous amount of lube and spread open
her pink asshole to investigate. I could see something. I shoved four fingers in and attempted to
grip the object. I grabbed hold and carefully began to pull my fingers out of her ass. As the tip of
my fingers reached the rim of her asshole, I could see what the object was. It was one of her
smaller 6 inch dildos. I knew my mom was classy, but wow! I wiped my hands and turned my attention
to her head. I grabbed her head by a wad of hair, and I yanked the head out of the depths of the
couch cushions. Her mouth was wide open, drool was dripping from one corner, and her face had red
pressure marks from the texture of the cushions. All I could do was smile in anticipation. I let go
of her hair and let her head fall back down on the couch. I then violently grabbed her hair again
with my left hand and and grabbed her ass with my right hand. Fingers on my right hand were inside
both her asshole and her cunt so I had a good grip. I jerked her body up and off the couch. Still
holding her in the same position, I went into the bathroom and stood over the tub. I began to swing
her body slightly, and then let go. Her lifeless naked body hit the edge of the tub and slid down
the side into the bottom of the tub. The tiny toss would most likely leave her with some bruises. I
looked down on my lifeless mother’s body with a satisfactory grin. She looked so helpless. I turned
the knobs and water began to rush from the tub’s spout and onto the sexy hunk of flesh that was my
mom. I let the tub fill halfway, then I began to clean up my little whore mother. I washed her hair,
her cunt, and her asshole. Even dirty girls have to get clean, do they not? The bath felt like a
ritualistic preperation for the ceramony that was about to occur. I drained the tub and grabbed my
mom with both hands underneath her armpits. Her slick, squeeky clean skin felt great on mine. Pangs
of horniness shot through my cock and I couldn’t wait much longer. I carried her back to the living
room with her legs dragging on the floor. I threw her onto the couch in a sitting position. Her legs
were splayed out in a “V” shape and her head leaned back over the back of the couch. I jumped onto
my mom and straddled her limp body. I grabbed her head and tilted it towards me so I could see her
face.
“I’m gonna be your favorite customer, mom.”, I said with glowing eyes and a small grin. I pushed her
still damp hair out of her face and behind her head. I leaned back still holding her left cheek in
my left hand. I removed my right hand and pulled it back. With great force, I released my hand and
allowed to it collide with my mom’s right cheek. It produced a loud snapping noise, and her head
flung to the left. I then grabbed her head with both hands again and re-adjusted her head. I put it
upright so it was facing me. I stood up, still stradling my mom’s body and grabbed my cock with my
right hand. I instinctively wrenched another wad of hair on her head with my left hand. With her
scalp in the tight grip of my left hand, I manuevered her head to come closer to my cock.
“You regret giving birth to me, now you’ll regret having your son fuck your mouth.”
I thrusted my cock into her open mouth and began to explore her insides. I immidiately buried my
entire cock into her throat. Her top teeth were resting at the base of my penis and I could feel the
hard ribs of her esophagus surround my cock. I violently fucked my moms throat for quite some time.
All the while, I could hear gurgling and sloshing noises from deep inside my mom’s throat.
“You’re going to have a sore throat tommorow mom. I’ll have to run down to the store and grab some
advil for you.”
I removed my cock from her mouth and release her hair. Her head fell back to the couch and then
tilted over to the left. She was still producing deep gurgling noises out of her gaping mouth. She
must be choking on my pre-cum. I reach down with my right hand and grabbed her tit. I carressed it
and massaged it, exploring every bit of this large sexual object. The skin was extremely smooth and
warm. I rubbed her nipple and occasionally pinched the thin peiece of flesh with my finger. I
squeezed and kneaded her nipple with my fingers until it was red. Her nipples began to become hard.
Even in her unconsious state, her body was reacting to me and I was again becoming engulfed in
sexual desire. I grabbed her body by the shoulders and pulled her towards me. At the same time, I
backed away and allowed her to thump into the ground. The collision had sent a shockwave through her
plump ass which then sent shockwaves through my cock. I positioned her with her face smushed into
the ground and her ass up in the air. A position similar to the one I had found her in this morning.
My sexual desire had grown so much, that I felt like I needed to beat my cock into orgasm. (Or in my
case, an unconsious lump of flesh to beat up with my cock.)
Without applying any lube, I slowly manuveured my cock towards her pink asshole until the tip was
resting at the entrance almost like giving it a gentle kiss. I slowly, but forcibly, jammed my cock
into her asshole. Normally, in a case like this with no lube, the flimsy cock wouldn’t be able to
break through the asshole and would eventually bend. But my cock was as hard as stone this day and
it was no problem getting it into her ass. It was like inserting a rigid stick into her ass. My cock
didn’t flinch as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my mom’s asshole. The sensation was just what
my cock needed. An extremely rough entrance with a tight fit. So tight, sometimes it felt like my
cock was being strangled. If her unconsious ass would have decided to flex of twitch, it might have
crushed my cock. My whole cock was inside her ass and loving every minute of it. I eventually
managed to squeeze some lube into her hole. I was now rapidly fucking my mom’s ass, occasionally
pounding hard into her insides when I came back down. As I fucked her ass, I leaned forward over her
back and reached down and under her body to grab her tits. I squeezed both gigantic tits with my
hands. I could barely contain her tits in my hands. Mounds of flesh on her tits overflowed over my
hand. I could feel her tits ripple and shake everytime I pounded my hard cock into the tight
asshole. I was coming to the point of orgasm. I quickly exited my mom’s ass and flipped her body
over so that I could see her face. I got closer to her face and grabbed her head by the scalp again.
I directed my cock right in front of her face and let wave after wave of cum stream from the tip of
my pulsating cock onto the face of my mom. Each burst of cum was like a wave of ecstasy crashing all
over my body and concentrated on my cock. It was the largest load I had ever blown and the first
load I had blown on my mom’s fucking face. I dropped her head and heard a loud thump as it hit the
hard floor. My thick cum was drooping down her face. Some cum had reached her right eye and was
sticking to her eyelashes. Even after that enormous release of sexual energy, my cock had not
reduced in size. It was actually still as hard as it was before and now almost purple. My cock was
pulsating with dull pain which could only be alleviated by cumming. I grabbed my mom’s legs and
pulled her accross the floor a little bit to straighten her body out. I then grabbed her arm and
flung it back over to the correct side of her body. She was now laying on her back her her arms at
her sides and her face facing straight up. I walked up to her face and squatted down. I put my cock
in her mouth and just let it sit there. I loved the feeling of having my cock just sitting inside my
mom’s throat. Still straddling over my mom’s face with my cock in her mouth, I squatted down further
and applied even more pressure to the back of my mom’s throat. Early, I thought I had already
reached the maximum distance in her throat, but I was wrong. Her teeth were already resting on the
base of my cock, but were slowly moving farther down on the base of my cock each time I applied more
pressure. Eventually almost my entire body wait was sitting on my mom’s face with my cock
penetrating her digestive tract. Were my mom consious, she would most certainly be gargling on her
own spit and gagging and drowning on my huge cock. The sensation of pressure on my cock so deep in
her throat was enough to send me into another orgasm. I pumped globs of my cum deep into my mom’s
stomach. As I continued to leak my cum into my mom’s mouth, she began to violently cough, and
gargle. Her chest was violently moving back and forth desperately trying prevent drowing. Even her
unconsious body knew that a foreign object shouldn’t be that far inside a throat. I pulled my cock
from her mouth and got off of her face. I stood back and watched as she coughed up drops of cum from
her throat which landed on her chest. It appeared no amount of sexual pleasure could reduce the
intensity of my desire and my horniness. I needed more. And I needed to give my dirty fucking slut
of a mom more too. I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them up into the air and then back so that
her feet her next to her head. I scooted up on the floor pinned her legs in that position by gently
sitting on them. With my free hands, I reached over the to table beside me and grabbed a roll of
duct tape that I had found earlier. I severed two long pieces of tape from the roll, then turned my
back back to face my mom. Still pinning her legs in that position under the weight of my body, I
grabbed a big wad of hair with my left hand and and wrapped one end of the piece of tape around it.
I then wrapped the other end of the tape around her left foot. The duct tape held and I was able to
remove my hands from her left leg. The entire weight of her waist and leg was being supported by a
wad of hair. I did the same for the other side of her body. She was laying on her back on the floor
with her legs pulled up and over so that her legs are right beside her face. Both legs were being
supported by two different wads of hair connected to duct tape. Her cunt was perfectly visible and
accessable in the position. I hooked four fingers into her cunt and one in her ass and pulled her
over towards me. On my knees, I directed my cock towards her cunt and buried it inside with a
single, forceful thrust. It was warm, wet and tight. Her unconsious pussy muscles were milking my
cock while I fucked her. I didn’t cum inside her pussy though. I refrained from reaching another
orgasm so that I could have even more fun. I left her in the same position I had put her in and
grabbed the 12 inch black dildo. I rubbed lube on it and teased the opening oh her asshole with it.
I swirled it around a few times before plunging into her tight pink hole. I inserted it about 6
inches before I thrust it back and forth in her ass, but that wasn’t far enough. I stopped thrusting
the dildo and began to push it deeper and deeper into the her hole. It got progressively harder to
push. I was eventually pushing so hard that I had to hold her waist with one hand so I didn’t push
her entire body accross the floor instead of the dildo. Soon, I could only see 2 inches of the dildo
sticking out of her ass. I continued pushing until it got the the very end. I pushed with one finger
and watched as it slowly dissapeared completely into her ass. My mom now had a 1 foot dildo inside
of her. I stood over her a bit to admire my work. I fucked her pussy once more and then came on her
face again. Her face was now almost entirely covered in my cum and hair. I got more duct tape and
taped over her asshole many times over. I then duct taped her mouth shut, wrapped duct tape around
her head covering her eyes and attached more tape to her head and feet to further strengthen the
position. I smacked her thighs a few more times, sending sexy ripples through her thighs and ass and
leaving red marks. I put on some clothes, gathered up my few belongings and left the house. I never
went back to that house. I always wondered what her reaction was when she finally woke up. I’ve said
many times that I would have paid a million bucks to watch her wake up and try to figure out what
happened to her. But the fact that I did was enough for me. I lived with a friend until we graduated
high school. I got accepted to a local community college and ended up being a carpenter and a
fabricator. My life is just fine, and I often think about my mom. I know that if she hasn’t already
died yet, she’ll still be in that house living that pathetic, miserable life.

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