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Subject: {ASSM} FINAL POWER - The Sect of Rulers
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| FINAL POWER - The Sect of Rulers |
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| German original copyright 2000 Gozar - gozar@gmx.net |
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| Translated into English by FeanorX - feanorx@my-deja.com |
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This story takes place in an alternative universe of Sailor Moon
where the Sailors are "just" normal girls who don't possess magic
powers.
Sailor Moon and all characters in it are properties of the makers of
the Anime series and... blah-blah...
Please don't read on if you believe that sex in any form is disgusting.
THX
CU Gozar
I.) Finger
Ami Hizumo pushed herself into the crammed full subway. Behind her,
two men specially hired for this job pushed more people into the car.
Only with great effort could the doors be closed. The air inside the
compartment was hot and sticky. Sweat hung heavily in the air.
Although it was already 5:00 pm, the thermometer in Tokyo still
displayed 32 C (90 F). Ami's clothes literally sticked to her skin
and the immediate proximity to so many people made everything only
worse. Ami couldn't even move in this crowd, but luckily she would
get off the next stop. She had to endure this pushing and shoving for
just another four minutes. Ami did buy a few books after school and
therefore arrived at the station just at the time when the whole
working population of the metropolis returned to their homes.
Suddenly a hand from behind came to rest on Ami's left asscheek.
First she thought that someone simply moved his hand and due to the
immediate proximity involuntary brushed her bottom, but the hand
started to paw her well-shaped butt, to slowly and intensely knead
the smooth, soft curvatures. Ami was paralyzed. She tried to move
away from the hand, but she couldn't push herself through the crowd.
All that she got for those clumsy attempts were some stern looks from
fellow passengers. Ami tried to move her head, wanted to catch sight
of the pervert who slid his fingers constantly firmer and faster
across her butt, but she spotted nothing but indifferent faces. The
groper could have been everywhere in that crowd. Ami couldn't even
make out his hand. The pervert had to be exactly behind her. Damn,
what should she do now? Yell? That guy would pull away his hand in an
instant and Ami would look like a hysterical goat. No, the girl was
too shy for that. She also couldn't simply reach for the hand on her
butt, in order to do that she would have had to put down her school
bag or the bag with books worth 20,000 Yen. She didn't doubt for a
second that one of both things would be stolen immediately. Ami saw
on the big digital clock above the carriage exit that the next stop
was only 2 minutes and 15 seconds away. She had no choice but to
grant this swine his pleasure for another 135 seconds. As long as he
only ran his hand across her skirt and caressed the underlying butt,
Ami could simply ignore him. The girl gritted her teeth and cast her
eyes down. She just hoped that no one would notice.
119 seconds left.
Ami noticed that her nipples had become very hard. Suddenly the
groper's hands slid lower, lifted the skirt of the school uniform and
quickly moved up Ami's thighs. Then they touched the soft, slightly
sweat-soaked fabric of her panties, went around the shapely butt once
more to finally force their way from behind further between her
thighs. Ami jumped, started to tremble all over and wasn't capable of
any controlled movement.
104 seconds left.
The hand stroked fast and firm across the panties' fabric, exactly
where Ami's vagina was located. The hand had the middle finger
slightly turned upwards, so that the fabric of the panties penetrated
deep into the cleft between the labia. Ami could feel how her clit
literally inflated and her vagina got steadily more moist. The hand
continued to rub, faster, firmer. She could really see the fingers as
they slid across her damp panties, kneaded her fleshy labia, brought
her clit near to explosion. Heat waves swept through Ami's body. The
girl literally felt how the damp panties nestled into her moist cunt
and passed on every movement directly to her tender vagina. The
fingers aroused the girl more and more. Ami trembled like a leaf,
struggled with every touch for her self-control, fought to not cry
out of excitement.
40 seconds left.
All of a sudden the hand grabbed the hem of the panties and pulled
them down some centimeters on Ami's slender thighs, then the hand
dove up again to find a path through the swollen lips to the goal of
all desire. Ami was hit by a shock like a jump into ice-cold water.
Fortunately her shriek was swallowed up by the noise of the subway.
Her fingernails sank into the flesh of her hand as the first finger
found its way through the moist labia and penetrated deep into Ami's
vagina where it skillfully moved around. Another finger started to
massage her clit with circular movements. Ami's body was completely
out of control. Nothing had ever excited her so much. Ami felt how
the fingers of the approaching orgasm wrapped around her heart and
lungs like a claw. Her heart beat faster and faster, her lungs
struggled for air, sweat covered her brow, her face, her whole body.
She was hot, terribly hot. She yearned for more, she wanted to touch
herself, knead her breasts, cry out loud. Involuntary she opened her
thighs further to comply with the hand at the source of her lust. The
fingers in her vagina responded by doing the splits, pressing against
the walls of her vagina and thus making place for another finger. The
third finger penetrated slowly into the dripping wet orifice, deeper
and deeper, until all three fingers had vanished up to the base of
the hand. Then they started to move once more, it seemed like they
constantly changed positions, they circled around, stretched the
virginal opening until it appeared to nearly tear apart and carried a
vast amount of sweet, hot nectar from the vagina to daylight. Ami was
completely overwhelmed by the wave of emotions. She plugged her thumb
into her mouth and sucked on it with great relish.
15 seconds left.
The fingers in her vagina stopped to merely massage and now thrust
with a jerk to pull back and then thrust again. Ami could almost hear
it, the sound, the smacking of her dripping wet cunt as the fingers
thrust and pulled back again.
5 seconds left.
Ami was in total ecstasy, she had completely surrendered to the
pleasure, moaned softly with every penetration of the fingers and
just wanted more, more, she wanted to get fucked, the fingers didn't
suffice any longer, she wanted to feel something much bigger inside
of her, she wanted to be completely filled by a cock. She yearned for
the hand at her cunt to throw her body around, press her against the
car wall and tear her clothes into thousand pieces. She thirsted for
sex, wild, dirty sex.
0 seconds.
Abrupt the subway stopped, Ami was torn out of her ecstasy as the
fingers unexpectedly withdrew from her vagina. It was like the breath
was taken from her, like she was robbed of the most beautiful feeling
on earth. Then the doors opened and Ami was sucked out along with the
masses. But all of a sudden something held her back. Her panties. The
hand behind her had dug into the fabric. The material lasted for a
heartbeat, then it tore apart and Ami found herself on the platform,
aroused, dissatisfied, longing for the fingers of pleasure. The
station gradually grew empty and the girl was left behind.
Involuntary her fingers slid under her skirt, she felt the heat, the
moisture that came out of the still pulsating labia and had formed a
small trickle by which Ami's nectar had already ran down to her
knees. Ami's fingers invaded her cunt, tried to bring back the lost
feeling of ecstasy, but it was no comparison...
Tears started to run down Ami's cheek as she slowly turned around and
left the station with trembling legs.
To be continued...
by Gozar, the Gozarian (not to be confused with Goozar :) )
This is my first story, so please don't be so stern with me. Please
tell me your impressions of my story, so that I don't make the same
mistakes in the next part that I made in the first part of "FINAL
POWER - The Sect of Rulers"
THX
Translation copyright 2000 FeanorX
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| "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things
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