Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we
can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
Unending Recall (Virtual Ooops)
The breath left him with a horrible grunt as her foot connected
with his mid-section in its wild flailing. She took the opportunity to
scramble away from him and stumble to her feet out of his grasp.
She ran down the same hall again. The tatters of her dress
streamed out behind her as she ran. And then the room. It was a dead
end into his bedroom. Her head whipped back and forth, making it
seem that the room was moving to reveal itself to her. There was no
exit, no closet, nowhere to run.
He lunged through the door even as she had completed that
inventory. She shrieked and tried to escape, but he dove at her and his
momentum carried them both onto the bed. He learned his lesson. He
sat on her thighs as he ripped the rest of the dress away.
"No, please! Don't me!" always the same begging as she
flailed ineffectively at the hands unwrapping her like a Christmas present.
"Hold still dammit!" he ordered as he pushed his legs between
hers.
He held down her arms as he tried to enter her. She fought with
the only weapon left- a moving target. Several times he managed a start
but with cursed predictability she was able to dislodge him before he
could finish the thrust.
Just once she wished she would stop, or he would succeed, but
she knew better than to hope for deliverance.
"I'll teach you to fight me. You'll wish you laid still!" he
threatened as he straddled her and turned her over onto her belly.
She had already wished that. It didn't stop him from pushing her
face down into the bed. He could care less what she tried to do now.
She had no way of stopping his aim now. In fact, trying to resist only
helped him take her.
She knew that, but struggled anyway. She made it momentarily
difficult for him to shift his aim to her asshole, but there was no way of
stopping him. Once he was positioned, he took evil glee from timing his
lunges with her struggles. She was making it worse on herself, but she
couldn't stop.
Inch by inch he rammed his cock up her ass as he pinned her
helpless on the bed. And every thrust was another inch of despair as
she knew and felt his cock open her both in anticipation and in fact.
He was merciless and then he was brutal. He shoved it by
inches until it was as deep as he could push it and then he began to slam
his cock into her. She felt like he was hollowing her out.
"Noooo! You're hurting me! You're hurting me very much!" she
begged again. "No! Don't! Take it out!"
But he went on brutally as he always did. And he came in
gallons. And then the scene flickered.
For a moment, she knew where she was. She knew what she
wanted to do. She knew what to say. Her virtual memory was repeating.
It was going off untriggered. There was a glitch. She had to tell...
She heard that sound again- was down into the scene
again.
The breath left him with a horrible grunt as her foot connected
with his mid-section in its wild flailing. She took the opportunity to
scramble away from him and stumble to her feet out of his grasp.
She ran down the same hall again.....
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