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Authors name: The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)
Story title : Cycle of Corruption - 1
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Cycle of Corruption - 1
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)
***
Rick is a normal guy. Until one night he's caught up in
a ritual that ends up getting him killed. But did it?
The next thing he knows, he's continuously awaking to
relive the same day over and over again. And suddenly
he finds himself facing the most corrupting force of
all. Absolute freedom, with no fear of consequence.
(MF, inc, nc, rp, mc)
***
AUTHOR NOTES:
I don't often write sex stories. Usually I focus on
trying to write real books, but it's an endeavor I
haven't been too successful in as of yet. I'll
occasionally write sex stories, but most of them never
see the light of day. This one though, I'll offer up
for your reading pleasure. At the moment, it's only a
part of a potentially larger work. If eventually
completed, there should be 4 parts in all. How long it
might take me to write the second and later parts
though is unsure.
If you like this first part, be sure to E-Mail me and
say so, the more feedback I get, the more likely I'll
be to write the later parts, and at a faster pace.
Constructive criticism is welcome, but try to make sure
it's constructive ((which means that if you're going to
tell me you hate it, at least try and mention how you
think it could be improved. Also, don't give me the
sick/depraved or the Christianity rants. In actuality
I'm a sociopath, and I honestly don't care. Now, to
offer fair warning...
This story will contain incest, rape, a cheating-wife,
mind control, sex among minors, and the beginning of
the descent of a mind into depravity. If any of these
things offend you, it's probably best if you *don't*
bother to read any further. Later parts will likely
include some of the above, potentially murder and/or
torture, and a number of other interesting things. This
first part also has more story build-up. There are
instances of sex, but not as many as would be in later
parts.
On a final note, for those of you who do wish to
contact me, I can be reached at -
SyntheticDivine@aol.com - without the -'s, but be sure
to put "The Cycle of Corruption" in the subject, or
I'll likely delete it as spam. Now on to the first
part, which I entitle "Acid Bath".)
***
The Cycle Of Corruption: Acid Bath
Written by The Synthetic Divine
Rick woke with a start. He could feel adrenaline
pounding through his system, and he had the feeling
like he'd just woken from some horrible nightmare but
he couldn't seem to remember what it was about.
Generally he could recall his dreams at least somewhat
for the first few minutes after waking but, now,
nothing. Oh well, it wasn't really important. Glancing
sideways at a clock, which read 6:32, he grumbled to
himself before flinging the covers off him. He was
naked, he often slept that way, leaving the door locked
so as not to be disturbed. So long as he regularly got
up on time in the morning, his mom didn't seem to mind.
Rolling to the edge of the bed and swinging his legs
over the edge, Rick yawned as he got up, taking the
time to stretch for a minute before ambling off toward
the bathroom that connected to his room. Reaching out
to flip the light switch on as he crossed the
threshold, he had to quickly reach up to shield his
eyes for a moment as his vision readjusted to the
light. T
Stifling another yawn, he crossed over to the mirror to
peer at himself. He looked a bit rumpled, but otherwise
fine. Wavy dark brown hair, almost black in color,
hanging unbrushed over his forehead. Blue eyes of a
shade he'd never found a matching name for, not too
dark, not too light, stared back at him. Lithe body,
about 5'10", lightly muscled but not overly so, smooth
chest with extremely little hair, flat stomach, nice
enough cock, which would reach about 9" long and around
2 and 1/2" thick when hard, but unfortunately had never
gotten any usage that didn't involve his hand. He
supposed he looked alright, fairly good-looking but not
very much so. Girls seemed to generally think of him as
a bit better then that, but then, what did they know?
No better judge for his own appearance then himself.
Reaching up to scratch a sudden itch along the side of
his neck, Rick started going about his usual morning
business. A quick shower, brushing his teeth, shaving,
deodorant, and so forth. As he finally left the
bathroom to head over to his closet, he once more
pondered the nightmare he couldn't remember. For some
reason he felt there was something about it that was
important. Something he should know, but for the life
of him he couldn't figure out what it was.
Eventually he just shrugged to himself, grabbed an
outfit, and spent some time tossing his clothes on.
Returning to the bathroom, he took a few minutes to
brush his hair, apply the slightest amount of cologne,
and then he was off. He was able to grab his wallet and
car keys off a desk, and his bag off a chair without
even breaking stride as he went by.
For 17, Rick was pretty smart, so school generally
didn't pose much trouble, aside from being extremely
boring, and providing absolutely pointless homework.
Otherwise though, he supposed there could be worse uses
for his time, although it was hard to think of any off-
hand. On the other hand, it did provide him with a
chance to see his girlfriend every day, whether they
had a date scheduled or not. Rachel was pretty cute,
with red-hair and a light spatter of freckles over her
face. Slim, with 34C tits and a nice ass, she was
probably better then he deserved, but she seemed to
like him well enough.
She had an innocent look to her that seemed to draw him
to her more somehow, he couldn't explain exactly what
it was. They'd been going together for about 7 months,
but they hadn't had sex. She said she was a virgin, and
he believed her. She'd never had to give an excuse as
to why they hadn't screwed yet though, he hadn't asked
for one. When she'd made her desire to wait clear, he'd
let her know that that was fine with him, and it was.
Sex wasn't really as important to him as it was to most
guys. Oh sure, he'd like to have it, but it wasn't the
be-all end-all of dating. It wasn't some goal that the
entire relationship should revolve around.
Opening the door to his room and striding out and down
the hall towards the kitchen, Rick pondered his plans
for the day. To be frank, he didn't have any. It was a
Tuesday, and his next date with Rachel wasn't until
Thursday. Oh well, though, he figured he'd find
something to do. Stepping into the room, he could see
his mom and sister sitting at the table, eating cereal.
His dad had probably already left for work. A lucky
man, his dad. Rick's mom was a knockout.
At 37, she still had a great body, firm 36D breasts
that could often be distracting when she wore
comfortable clothing around the house on the weekends.
Her hair was naturally black, but she regularly had it
dyed blonde. Her eyes were a much deeper, darker blue
then Rick's. And to top it all off she had a gorgeous
face to go with it. She was a couple inches shorter
then him, but she tended to carry herself as if she was
taller then she was.
Even his sister was great looking. Jenny had light
mousy brown hair more like their dad's, cut short but
not too short. Very cute if not beautiful face with
deep brown eyes. Rick had never gotten a look at any of
her bras, and he'd sure as hell never asked her their
size, but he figured she was a B cup at a guess. At 15,
she was only about 5'2", but already she could turn
heads at times, despite possessing an even more
innocent look to her then Rachel.
"Mom, Jen." He greeted them as he grabbed a seat, not
really finding himself hungry and so dropping his bag
nearby and just leaning back in his chair.
"Rick, handsome as always." His mom told him, offering
him a teasing grin. "Want some?" She asked, gesturing
towards the cereal box.
"Nah, don't really feel like eating, mom." He told her,
just sighing as he let his eyes fall shut, figuring on
enjoying his last few moments of rest before another
boring day at school.
"You're driving me today." His sister informed him
between bites. Rick groaned softly before opening his
eyes to look over at his mom, who just smiled wryly and
looked back with one eyebrow arched.
"Alright, alright." He finally conceded. He had agreed
the day before to drive his sister to their school for
the rest of the week so, he supposed he had to live up
to it. Waiting as patiently as he could for his sister
to finish, Rick kept one eye on the clock as the
minutes passed, until his sister finally drained the
last of the milk, and stood to carry the bowl over to
the sink.
Rick stole a couple glances at her ass through her
skirt as she walked, but managed to keep it pretty
subtle. His sister had been worth looking at for the
past couple years, but he had to be careful about doing
it. His mom was busy rummaging through her purse, so
she didn't notice. Finally Rick announced, "Ready?" as
his sister turned away from the sink.
When she nodded, Rick rose, grabbing his bag, and then
walking over to his mom to deliver a light kiss to the
top of her head before heading off towards Jenny,
saying over his shoulder. "See you later, Mom."
"Alright, honey, I'll see you both tonight." The words
followed him as he turned the corner to the front door,
his sister following in his wake, and opening it, he
stepped out towards his car.
***
The car ride was uneventful. His sister seemed somewhat
interested in talking, but Rick kept the radio on the
whole time, and rather then try to talk over it she
finally seemed to give up and sink into her seat. The
day had passed just as uneventfully so far, Rick was
sitting in his third period Trig class watching the
final few seconds tick off the clock. When the bell
finally rang, he quickly jotted down the last-minute
homework assignment the teacher gave, stuffed his notes
and book into his bag, and rose to leave.
He was just about to walk towards the door, when a hand
grabbed his arm. Spinning around, Rick found himself
facing Leon, a dark-haired guy a couple inches shorter
then him. Rick and he had never really spoken much over
the years they'd spent in school together, but then
Leon didn't talk to anyone much. He'd always just
seemed like a really shy sort of guy, but lately his
dark green eyes had taken on this sort of weird cast
that disturbed Rick in a way he couldn't really
describe. He generally tried to avoid the guy when he
could, but obviously he didn't have much choice this
time.
"What do you want?" he asked, just staring down at the
hand on his arm.
Leon lightly released his grip as a grin spread over
his face. "I have something you want." He said simply,
before reaching into one pocket to pull out a colorful
and intricately worked amulet that hung on a necklace
chain. It was a beautiful item, and the colors seemed
to draw the eye every time it moved. And Leon was
right. It was something Rick wanted quite a bit. It was
made by a local woman who ran an oddities shop but did
some crafting and metalwork on the side. There were
about eight copies of that particular amulet in
existence.
A friend of Rachel's had gotten one and Rachel had been
taken with it. She'd wistfully told him later about how
beautiful she'd thought it was, and not long later Rick
had decided on trying to find one for her as a surprise
gift. But when he went to the shop the woman ran, she
told him there were only eight of them, and that they
were all sold.
He asked if she could make another one for him, but no
matter how much money he offered her, she refused. When
he finally got frustrated and asked why, she told him
he'd get one soon enough, and it wouldn't be from her.
She wouldn't talk to him any more after that, so he'd
finally just given up and left, thinking she was crazy
and mostly giving up on the gift idea.
But, here was Leon holding one of the exact items he
wanted. It struck him as strange for a moment as he
remembered the woman's prediction, but then it occurred
to him that she'd probably just known Leon had wanted
to sell one, or some such, so she'd contacted him and
told him there was someone interested in buying. He
didn't know why she hadn't just told him though, it
would've saved a lot of time and effort if he'd just
contacted Leon himself. "You do want this, right?" Leon
finally asked, drawing him out of his reverie.
"Yeah." He said, slowly at first, but then more
confidently as he regained his focus. "Yeah. How much
do you want for it?" he asked, already reaching back
for his wallet.
"I'd be willing to let it go for $20, but there's a
couple conditions." Leon informed him, tucking the
amulet back in his pocket and waving Rick's hand away
when he spotted the wallet. Rick was immediately
suspicious, but it was partially offset by the
extremely low price on the amulet, since he'd ended up
offering the woman over three hundred before finally
giving up.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Rick asked, finally putting his
wallet back in his pocket when Leon waved again.
"Come here tonight at ten o'clock. There's something I
want to talk to you about. I just want fifteen minutes
of your time. Then you can give me the money, and the
amulet is yours." Leon said, folding his arms over his
chest.
"You're kidding, right? What could you possibly need me
to come back here at that time of night to talk about?
It sounds extremely... Fishy." He finished, unable to
come up with a better word to describe it.
"Look, I don't want anything weird, I promise. And I'm
not trying to trick you or anything, you have my word
on that. But there is something important I need to
tell you. Like I said, it's only fifteen minutes of
your time. But if you don't want to do it, that's fine,
I wouldn't mind keeping this, either." Leon told him,
unfolding his arms to lightly pat his pocket with one
hand. "It's your choice, and you'd better make it
quick, 'cause the bell will be ringing any time now."
Leon had put him on the spot, and he was sure the guy
knew it too. Rick quickly went into thinking-mode. As
swiftly as he could, he weighed everything out in his
mind, considering all the possibilities he could think
of, and finally decided it was worth it. He didn't
really think Leon would be willing to try anything
dangerous. "Alright, fine, where do you want to meet?"
"Great. Just show up at the parking lot at ten, and
you'll see the meeting place, I guarantee it." Leon
told him, flashing a quick grin before suddenly darting
through the door and out into the hall before he could
reply.
***
It was about 5:00, and Rick was just sitting around his
house, bored. He couldn't seem to manage to get his
mind on anything long enough to do it, because in the
end he'd end up thinking about the meeting that night.
Half the time it was to worry that maybe Leon had
planned something dangerous after all, and the other
half was to plan how he was going to give the amulet to
Rachel after he managed to get it. The thought of
Rachel gave him the sudden urge to call her so, heading
over to the phone, he picked it up and punched in her
number.
"Hello?" Her voice came through.
"Hey Rachel, it's me. Is everything ok? You sound out
of breath." And it was true, she did.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just got back in from
jogging is all." She told him. She was a regular
jogger, and had even managed to talk him into doing it
with her a few times in the past. "Why, what's up?"
"Nothing much. I was just making sure you didn't want
to do something later or anything." He told her.
"Nah, I've got a project I've got to finish up." She
told him, before there was a sudden squeal on the other
end. "Damnit, I stubbed my toe!" She exclaimed, making
a few more whimpering noises, and he could hear her
hopping around on the other end. "Why, was there
something you wanted to do tonight?" She finally got
out.
"Not really. My mom just needed me to help her with
something, so I was just making sure it wasn't going to
cause a problem or anything." He lied. "I'll let you go
ice that toe. Talk to you later, Rachel."
"Alright, later Rick." She said, issuing one last
whimper before the click of a disconnection sounded.
Sighing to himself, Rick ambled back over to his chair
and dropped into it, resigning himself on waiting. He'd
dropped his sister off at the mall, where his mom was
supposed to pick her up. At least when they got back he
might be able to distract himself for awhile so time
could pass.
***
It was a couple minutes before ten when he pulled into
the school parking lot. There was only one other car
there, which he was able to identify as indeed being
Leon's, but he didn't see the other boy anywhere.
Climbing out of his car, he saw a light suddenly go on
inside the school. He thought it was the teacher's back
office from his Trig class, but he couldn't be sure.
For a moment he just stared at the light, which seemed
to be coming through curtains, wondering if it was some
late janitor, when suddenly the light flickered on and
off a few times before finally settling on again.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Rick muttered to himself,
taking one last glance around the parking lot and still
not seeing Leon anywhere.
Waiting a moment more, and pondering the situation the
whole time, he finally gave in and jogged over to the
front door of the school, which, on trying, he found to
be unlocked. He figured that was enough of a sign that
he was right in his assumption so he pushed through,
catching a light suddenly flicker from down one side
hallway. It was en-route to the room he'd seen the
light in earlier, but it was far enough from the room
that none of its light should've reached it. It was
strange enough to cause him to pause for a few more
seconds, but finally he took off towards the hallway.
As soon as he entered it though, there was a flicker of
light from the end of the hallway, at the place where
it split in two directions. The light came from the
right path, which was again en-route to the room in
question. It was enough to slightly freak him out, but
he'd already committed himself and so he continued on.
The flickering lights continued, almost like a guiding
beacon, pointing out each hall he should take as soon
as the hall came within viewing range. Finally he wound
up in front of the door to the Trig class, a faint
light visible underneath the door. Trying the doorknob,
he found it unlocked, so, pushing it open, he stepped
inside. The classroom was mostly dark except for a much
brighter light from under the door to the office.
"Leon, is that you?" Rick called out, already heading
across the room towards the office door. Once more he
found an unlocked knob, and once more he opened the
door, but as soon as he did, the light went off. Before
he could react, he was suddenly shoved from behind.
Stumbling forward in near-total darkness, he heard the
door suddenly slam behind him. That was when the red
glow suddenly illuminated the room, just enough to see.
Rick couldn't pinpoint the source of the light, but he
could now see what awaited him.
Across the room, Leon stood near the window, watching
him, a grim look on his face. Glancing behind him, Rick
spotted another guy from their Trig class named Max
standing in front of the now closed door, blocking his
route to it. On the floor in front of him, in the
center of the room, was an oddly shaped drawing of some
kind of symbol, with lots of smaller symbols drawn
inside it.
Suddenly Leon's left hand rose so that the palm was
facing him, and Rick heard a whisper of speech, though
he couldn't make out the words, but he suddenly found
himself bouncing forward, inside the symbol. He said
bouncing because it felt like a tightened spring that
he was attached to, had just been loosed, or like he
had run into a cushion of air that had gone with his
momentum for a second before tossing him back. And
indeed, he found that wherever he tried to move now,
there was some force propelling him back inwards, he
couldn't seem to leave the confines of the symbol.
Behind him, he saw Max lift one hand, again with palm
facing him, and when he did Leon lowered his. "Rick,
glad you came. Unfortunately, I'm sure you realize by
now that things aren't turning out as you hoped." Leon
told him, his eyes looking even weirder in the red
light, a grin spreading over the boy's face.
"Truly though, we don't mean you harm. Whether or not
you'll be hurt by this is completely up to you... We
simply want to try a little experiment on you." Leon
told him. Rick opened his mouth to reply but when he
did Leon made a short curt gesture and Rick suddenly
found his mouth closed tight, and he couldn't open it
no matter how much he struggled.
"No, no, no. No interrupting now, it's rude." Leon told
him, beginning to pace idly back and forth in front of
the window, more as if in thought then in nervousness
as he spoke. "I'm sure this all looks very Satanic, and
you must think we're trying some sort of magic ritual
or some garbage like that. And I'm here to reassure you
that... Well... That's only part right. You see, it has
nothing to do with the worship of any mythical deity.
And magic, well.. I suppose it depends on how you
define magic. You see, for a long time now I've studied
Ki, or Chi as the Chinese refer to it. It's a person's
life energy, or spiritual energy, or.. Well there are a
lot of ways to define it, but it's easier to simply
understand that it just is. It is the power of the
self. Channeled by the mind, if the mind is focused
enough to use it. It's all a matter of will, and focus.
It doesn't require effort, only belief." Leon said,
pausing for a moment as if considering what to say
next.
"Even normal people who understand the use of Ki can do
what many would consider some pretty impressive, even
amazing, things. Funny how so few people know about it,
but then Western Society never put much stock into that
sort of thing. But if you were to research it, I assure
you, you'd learn that it can be effectively used to do
things that don't seem to totally make sense according
to 'common' knowledge. It's mind over matter, if you
will. But it's so much more then that, really. Even
those who believe they have mastered its usage are
really only scraping the surface. In this day and age
people have forgotten the true power of Ki. Oh, I'm
sure a rare few still remember, but those who do don't
share the knowledge, with good reason.
"I studied and practiced it for a long time without
truly understanding. But then I discovered the truth.
It comes at a moment when absolute clarity of the mind
is achieved. Absolute purity. Where no thought exists
within your mind, but yet absolute focus and relaxation
is still maintained, that's when you can begin to see
the energy that lays in everything else. And once you
see it, you find you can begin to manipulate it as
easily as your own. Far more easily in fact. And once
you know how to see it, it doesn't take much to achieve
the vision again, the absolute clarity of mind need not
be maintained. I obtained it, you see. And then with
time, and a great bit of my help, Max here was able to
attain it as well. He too had studied Ki for some time,
but I doubt he would have stumbled on my discovery
without help. And well..." Leon paused once more,
halting his pacing and turning to face Rick with a
grin, spreading his arms open.
"You can say it's the source of all magic. Or what
people would call magic, the things we can do now.
Effect the enviroment around us, alter things, change
things. Yet not everything can be done with ease.
That's what the symbols, chanting, and sometimes
gestures are for, you see. It's not a matter of power,
as legend would dictate. It's simply a matter of
altering the enviroment. Whether with movement, sound,
or by changing it in some way, such as drawing a
particular image or something, you alter the energy of
the surrounding enviroment. Even the slightest of
things can effect the energy in some way. And the
energy must sometimes be in a particular form for a
curtained desired result to be obtained... But, really,
I'm babbling I suppose. You don't really need to know
all this it's just... Exciting, don't you think?" Leon
asked, his grin broadening. "And I have no one to tell
it all to."
"Now, I'm sure you're wondering how all this involves
you, and, well, that's where the experiment comes in.
You see, we want to study the psychology of humans, and
how they will react to... Certain stimuli. So, after
studying the minds of several possible choices, we
settled on you as a test subject. Now, admittedly, this
experiment could damage you quite a bit. It's all up to
you. All up to how you react, and how smart you are.
Play it right, and the way out of the experiment is
quite easy to find. Do that and you succeed. If you
don't, well.. The result will be unpleasant to say the
least." Leon said, taking a few long breaths, almost
seeming to tremble with excitement. "Now, I'd ask for
questions at this point, except, I'm not going to
answer any, so.. Let's get started, shall we?" He
asked, and then the world suddenly seemed to rock on
its hinges.
At least, that's what it seemed like to Rick. The world
suddenly seemed to be spinning. Faintly, almost far
off, he could hear a soft rhythmic chanting. Two
voices, perfectly in synch with each other, both
repeating words he couldn't understand. The red glow
around him in the room seemed to intensify, and
suddenly it felt like he was breathing it in. It almost
seemed substantial, like it was clogging his nose, his
throat, making it hard to breathe, and giving him the
sensation like there was a thick slimy substance in his
airways.
A surge of nausea overtook him, and he felt his legs
give out beneath him but something seemed to be holding
him up. He couldn't tell what it was though, as the
world continued to rock and spin around him. There was
a dizziness mixed with the nausea, and he felt like
throwing up, but nothing seemed to get past the thick
substance in his throat, and he couldn't open his mouth
anyways.
The red glow continued to get thicker and thicker,
until he could barely see through it, though images
seemed to be flashing in its depths. Suddenly there was
a searing pain in his forehead, like someone had just
taken a branding iron and pressed it against his brain.
And then suddenly everything was still.
Immediately he collapsed to the floor, his dizziness
increasing even more with the world's sudden halt in
it's spinning, but quickly he began to recover, the
nausea seeming to fade as quickly as it came, the
substance just vanishing from his throat. He found he
could open his mouth again too, but when he tried to
speak, his voice came out hoarse. "What... What..." He
mumbled, trying to get out more, when suddenly a voice
stopped him.
"I guess you passed. No questions now. We're letting
you go. I suggest you run, before we change our minds."
Leon told him, and when Rick glanced up he could see
the boy standing over him, still grinning. Rick tried
to scramble to his feet, but it took a couple tries,
and it was only on the second one that he noticed the
symbol on the floor was gone. Vanished as much as
everything else, as if there had never been one. It was
only then, as his mind started to truly clear, that he
noticed how bright it was in the room, and he realized
the overhead light had been turned on... Or maybe it
had never been turned off, he wasn't sure anymore.
"Run." Leon repeated as Rick finally managed to get to
his feet, reaching out to give him a shove towards the
door.
After what he'd just experienced, Rick didn't need to
be told twice. In seconds he was out of the office, out
of the classroom, and barreling down the hallways
towards the closest exit, which wasn't the one he'd
come in through, but at least would take him out of
that god forsaken building.
It was only after he'd passed through the doors, and
was drinking in the cool night air with deep hurried
breaths that he finally slowed just the slightest bit.
But he still had no intention of stopping to think
about any of what happened until he was away from the
place altogether. He was racing around the building,
towards the parking lot, when he heard the screech of
tires behind him. When he spun to look behind him, he
was already too late.
The car barreled off the road and onto the sidewalk at
high speed, and he could feel the contact as it
suddenly slammed into him. There was a sickening
crunch, and he felt almost as if he was flying for a
few seconds before he slammed into the ground, but
there was no pain. He didn't feel anything, just this
icy liquid feeling in his guts. This cold stabbing
sensation that wasn't quite pain. And a sudden
wooziness. It was only just before he blacked out that
he saw enough of the car to realize it wasn't Leon's or
Max's. In fact he didn't recognize it at all. His last
thought before he faded into the darkness was to wonder
who had hit him.
***
Rick drifted. He felt like he was dreaming. He could
vaguely see a faint red glow around him, but it was
hard to make out. In the distance, he caught bits and
pieces of conversation that seemed to be spoken at a
very soft whisper, he had to strain to hear any of it.
"Do you... He realizes?.... Only...." He heard, the
voice seeming to fade in and out of his hearing, so
that he was unable to catch entire sentences at a time.
"No.... Yet, not until..... Again..." A second voice
was replying, but before Rick could make out anything
more, there was a sudden spinning sensation all around
him, and then a sharp yank.
***
Rick woke with a start. He could feel the adrenaline
pounding through his system, and within a couple
seconds the memories came flooding back in a rush.
Leon, Max, the room, the ritual of some sort. Getting
hit by the car. There was something after that, some
small thing that he felt like he should remember, but
it was like the beginning's of a nightmare that floated
just out of reach of his memory.
Quickly throwing the covers off his body though, Rick
surveyed his nude form. The lower half of his body was
entirely intact and undamaged, he didn't have so much
as a scratch on him. Breathing in a deep sigh of
relief, Rick reached up to softly run his fingers
through his hair. "Just a dream." He muttered, unable
to help but smile from the pure relief he was feeling.
Finally opening his eyes and glancing to one side, Rick
noted the time on the clock as 6:33. He almost started
whistling to himself as he hopped out of bed, going
about his morning routine with the same steadfastness
he always did, before finally heading out and down the
hall towards the kitchen, bag in hand. As he reached
it, he spotted his mom and sister sitting at the table,
eating cereal like any other morning. Smiling to
himself, he walked over. "Hey guys." He said happily.
"Rick, handsome as always." His mom said, grinning
teasingly. A sudden sense of deja vu swept through him,
only heightened when his mom suddenly gestured at the
cereal box and asked "Want some?"
"No, I'm fine." Rick muttered, not quite so happy
anymore, slumping into his chair.
"You're driving me today." Jenny suddenly informed him
between bites of cereal, causing another wave of deja
vu to sweep through him.
"Yeah, fine." He replied flatly, not quite sure what
else to say. He waited in silence as his sister
finished her cereal and suddenly stood to take her bowl
over to the sink, not even waiting for her to reach it
before he suddenly stood and walked over to their
mother. "I.. I love you mom." He said suddenly, not
sure quite why but, feeling suddenly scared for some
reason.
"I love you too, Rick." She replied with a smile,
before glancing sideways and, seeing that Jenny was
ready, she finished with. "I'll see you both tonight."
"Alright...." Rick muttered softly, before turning to
walk towards the front door. "Let's go." He told Jenny
as he moved past her, the girl quickly following in his
wake.
***
On the drive to school, Jenny seemed to want to talk to
him at a few points, but after the first couple tries
she seemed to realize he was in a lousy mood and so
gave up trying. Rick was doing nothing but
contemplating exactly what was happening. The whole
thing in the house could have been coincidence, not
likely, but could have been, only.. Since he'd left the
house, he'd already seen a few things during the drive
that had confirmed for him that the day was exactly the
same as it had been in the dream. Well, not exactly.
He'd woken up a minute later then he had in the dream.
But other then that, everything seemed to be happening
exactly as it had in the dream.
Then another thought struck him. Had it really been a
dream? Could he be sure? Maybe some higher power had
taken mercy on him and decided to send him back in time
so he could change the events of the day. Or maybe he'd
had some psychic vision and seen the future. Really,
when he thought about it, there were too many
possibilities to list.
Who the hell really knew what could have happened,
anyways? He sure as heck wasn't used to living the same
day a second time, and as far as he knew he didn't know
anyone else who had. Oh sure, he'd read a story or two
about that sort of thing, but that didn't really happen
to people. After a few seconds of thought though he had
to concede that he supposed it really did happen after
all, his own case providing more proof then he'd like
of it.
But then, when he really thought about it, did it
really matter? Whatever it was, he'd been given a
second chance. He didn't have to die. All he had to do
is, when Leon approached him, tell the freak to go fuck
himself. The simplest of solutions.
Did it really matter that he'd somehow become a time
traveler, if it allowed him to prevent his own death?
Nope, he quickly decided. All he had to do was refuse
Leon's offer, go home, and lock himself in his room for
the rest of the day. Then he could wake up tomorrow,
very alive, forget the whole thing, and pretend like it
had never happened. Rick almost grinned as he
approached the high school. But why, suddenly, did he
have a very bad feeling?
***
The day had progressed exactly as it had in his dream,
or the day before, or the vision, or whatever it had
been. With one crucial exception. When Trig class came
around, Leon and Max were absent. Nobody else found
that too strange, of course, but it set Rick's nerves
on edge. His bad feeling had heightened several times
over, but he'd tried to go through the day otherwise
normally, getting at least a few more questions right
on a test near the end of the day then he had the last
time.
After school, he'd gone straight home, and once more
tried to find stuff to do. Anything to keep his mind
off the whole situation. He knew he just had to get
through the day, go to sleep, and wake up tomorrow and
everything would be fine. He had a harder time passing
those hours then any others in his life, but finally,
it was nearing ten, and he was ready to go to sleep.
Just go to bed and finish it, he kept telling himself.
But for some reason, he had a sudden impulse to go to
the school. Just to see if anyone was there. Just to
see if he'd imagined the whole thing.
He knew he hadn't imagined it, really, but... He wasn't
sure if he could go on completely oblivious as to what
had really happened. It had bugged him all day that day
and he knew if he just fell asleep he'd be wondering
about it for the rest of his life. Maybe not as
intensely as that day but it'd always be there. That
didn't mean he had to put himself in danger. He could
just go and take a look, and if he saw anyone there, he
could go ahead and take off. If no one was there, he
could take off. He just needed to know. Or so he told
himself. But he really didn't think he'd be able to
fall asleep otherwise, so finally he grabbed his keys
and headed out.
The drive to the school seemed longer then usual, but
he knew it was just his nerves drawing it out. Finally
he pulled into the parking lot and shut his car off.
Slowly he opened the door and stepped out, rising to
his feet and just peering around the parking lot. He
didn't see Leon's car anywhere. He kept his car door
open and himself not more then a foot away. If any
lights went on in the school, he was ready to dive back
in and break every speeding law in the city getting
back home. But none ever came on. Finally he was about
to just leave, when the voice spoke. "Hey."
It was enough to nearly make him leap out of his skin,
but after quickly grabbing control of himself, he
started to turn, expecting the entire time to see Leon
standing there and still ready to dive in the car if he
did. He found a shock when he had turned enough to see
the person behind him though. It was a guy wearing a
mask, taller even then he was. Before Rick could react
he suddenly heard the click of a hammer being pulled
back, and the guy calmly raised a gun until the barrel
was pointed right between Rick's eyebrows. "Your
wallet, now." The guy told him, holding out his free
hand. Rick quickly considered making a dive back into
the car after all, but his confidence that he could
make it before the guy shot him was about zero. So,
slowly, he just reached back for his wallet.
When he felt his empty pocket, it was nearly enough to
give him a panic attack. He could feel his own eyes
widen as he realized he was so worked up over the whole
thing that he hadn't bothered to grab it before he'd
left, he'd just picked up his keys. "I.. I don't have
it... Really, honestly, I don't... I left it at
home..." He told the guy, raising both his hands up in
the air, not sure what else to do.
The guy just paused for a second, studying him, before
finally speaking again. "That's too bad." The guy told
him, and then suddenly there was an extremely loud
noise. It didn't even register to Rick what it was. It
was just like an explosion had gone off right outside
his ears. There was a sudden spike of pain in his head,
but he barely had a chance to feel it before it began
to fade as the darkness took it's place
***
Rick floated in a red haze, stronger this time then it
had been before, surrounding him on all sides like a
wall closing him in. In the distance, he could hear two
voices, still sounding like a whisper, but he could
make them out a bit more clearly this time.
"How long do you think it'll be?" He heard once of the
whispers ask. He couldn't make out who the voice
belonged to, it was all he could do just to get the
words.
"Not too long. The moment he truly realizes his
situation, that's when the interesting part will
begin." The second whisper replied. It started to say
more, but there was a sudden spinning sensation in the
pit of his stomach, and he felt a hard yank.
***
Rick woke with a start. He could feel the adrenaline
pounding through his system, and just as quickly he
sighed and buried his face in his hands. He'd already
gone through two more days since getting shot in the
parking lot. Both had been exactly like the first
except for the differences in what he did. The third
day had been much like the second. He'd come straight
home after school and tried to pass the day, determined
not to be stupid enough to go outside that time. He
didn't either, not that it made a difference.
That night, while taking a shower, he'd slipped and hit
his head on the edge of the tub. That one had hurt for
a fair while before the darkness came. The fourth day
he gave up on trying to just get through it. He spent
that one trying to find Leon and Max, determined that
they were somehow behind this and he just had to make
them stop it somehow.
Since they still weren't in school, he'd looked their
numbers up in the phonebook and called both their
houses, only to have the phone ring on and on with no
one ever picking it up. He'd then tried driving to
their houses at the addresses listed, one after the
other, but both had looked completely deserted, like no
one had lived there in months. That night he'd tried
searching clubs, bowling alleys, the mall, wherever he
could think of that they might be, with no results.
Finally at around midnight he'd given up and was
driving home when what looked like a deer ran out onto
the road in front of him. Without even thinking he'd
tried swerving to avoid it, but ended up going off the
road and wrapping himself around a tree.
So here he was, day five. He still had the feeling like
he'd just had some horrible nightmare that he couldn't
quite remember, but he pushed it aside more quickly
this time. Glancing over at the clock, he noticed the
6:30 readout. The third day had been 6:31, the fourth
had been 6:33 again. So the exact time changed each
day, not that it mattered any. Muttering to himself he
quickly went about getting himself ready, and soon
enough was striding down the hallway just as he'd done
the four days before, and just like those days he found
his mother and sister at the table in the kitchen
eating cereal.
Without a word, he walked over, yanked out a chair, and
dropped dejectedly into it. "Rick, handsome as... Is
something the matter?" his mother asked, giving him a
worried look.
For a split second he had the urge to tell her the
whole thing, but just as quickly he shook it off. She
couldn't help him. "Nah mom, everything's fine. Just a
bad dream that's still bothering me." He told her, to
which she nodded understandingly.
"You're driving me today." His sister told him between
mouthfuls of cereal.
"Whatever." He replied sullenly. His mother gave him a
strange look, like she was about to say something more,
but finally she just shook her head. His sister didn't
even really seem to notice, and eventually she was
taking her bowl over to the sink. Rick didn't even wait
before grabbing his bag and rising from his chair to
follow after her. As he was passing his mom though, she
suddenly reached over to grab his arm. "Rick?" she
murmured, bringing him to a halt.
She waited until he turned to look at her before going
on. "Don't worry about it sweetie. It was just a dream.
Just try and concentrate on having a good day, and
you'll forget about it before you know it." She told
him, offering him a warm smile.
Sadly, he pulled his arm lightly away from her,
shrugging a bit as he replied. "Sure mom." He told her,
trying to keep his voice more level.
Once more a concerned look crossed her face, but behind
him Jenny had finished up and was watching them with an
impatient expression. Still his mom studied him for
awhile longer, but she seemed to realize he wasn't
going to tell her anything more, so finally she nodded
a little. "Alright, I understand. Try and have a good
day anyways, though." She told him, before glancing
back and forth between him and Jenny. "I'll see you
both tonight."
Without another word, Rick turned to follow his sister
out.
***
"Rick, do you think I'm cute?" his sister suddenly
asked him in the car, breaking into his reverie. It
sort of took him by surprise, since the last couple
days he hadn't really given her a chance to talk on the
trip either.
"Huh? Where'd this come from?" he responded, shooting a
look sideways in her direction but mostly keeping his
eyes on the road.
"Well, I mean.. I really want to know. I know I'm not
ugly, but I don't really know if I'm that good-looking,
you know? I mean, I'm sure I could ask some of the guys
at school, but.. Well, since I'm not a dog I'm sure
most of them would be more then happy to tell me I'm
gorgeous just in the hopes of getting into my pants at
some point, whether I'm all that cute or not. I could
ask some of the other girls, but I'm sure most of them
would try to be polite no matter what the truth was.
And.. You're a really good-looking guy, so I figure
you'd know. And you're my brother, so I can trust you
to be honest with me without having any reason to lie
so... What do you think, am I cute?" she queried,
tilting her head to the side a bit as she watched him.
For a moment, Rick was a bit taken aback, though her
telling him he was really good-looking had appealed to
his vanity. He took a few more glances over at his
sister when he could, thinking a little about how to
reply before finally saying, "Jenny, you're hot. I
mean, really. You're extremely cute, and very hot. Any
guy would be seriously lucky just to go out on a date
with you. That's truly my opinion, I'm not just saying
it. You are one of the best looking girls I know." He
told her honestly.
For a moment more, she just studied him, before finally
a big smile spread over her face. "Thanks Rick, that
means a lot to me. So.. How about you? How are things
going with you and Rachel?" she asked, her smile still
on her face.
His mood immediately plummeted back down though, as her
question only served to remind him of the loop he was
now stuck in. "Well.... Good and bad, I guess you could
say."
Her expression turned curious as she shifted in her
seat to watch him better. "Why? What's up?"
He paused for a moment to try to pick out the best
words to use and finally ended up saying "Well, by
itself the relationship is really good, it's just.. At
the moment you could say we're going in circles."
"Huh." She replied, still watching him carefully. "Is
that why you've seemed sorta down today?"
"No." He responded, but since she obviously wasn't
going to leave it at that, he considered for a little
before finally opening his mouth to speak, but he just
sorta blurted out what he ended up saying without
intending to. "Jen, if I tell you a secret.. Well, I
guess it's a secret. Anyways, if I tell you something
that sounds really crazy, would you at least hear me
out, and not just assume I'd lost my mind?"
She just gave him a humoring look, as if sure that he
was about to tease her with a joke or some such. "Sure
bro. What's up?"
"First.. Have you ever given much thought to what
happens to us after we die? You know, the whole
spiritual thing?" he asked, shooting another glance her
way.
"Sure, everyone does sometimes. Why?" she asked, the
humoring look fading a little.
"I think I might be in hell." He told her. The idea had
occurred to him during the first part of the ride,
before she'd spoken up, and he supposed it worried him
enough that he'd felt he had to get advice from someone
about it. "I'd never really believed in it that much
before but... I think maybe I really died the other
night, and that hell might be the only real explanation
for what's happening to me now." He told her,
internally preparing for the worst reaction he could
think of.
Jenny took a moment to glance around her, looking out
all the car's windows at the surrounding landscape.
"You're not in hell." She finally informed him,
offering him a wan smile as she looked back his way.
"Well, I guess you might call the suburbs a kind of
hell, but I don't think that's what you meant." She
told him, taking a second to hide another smile before
going on. "I mean.. Why, though? What could possibly
make you think you're in hell? And believe me, I can
tell from here that you're not dead. You don't smell
that bad."
"You don't understand." He told her, sighing softly
before going on. "I'll try to simplify this as much as
possible. The other night, I got hit by a car outside
the school, and I think I died. Since then, I've been
repeating the same day over and over. Every time I wake
up, it's always Tuesday. You and mom are sitting
exactly the same at that table. You say exactly the
same stuff. They teach exactly the same things at
school. It's all the same. But, that's supposed to be
impossible, right?" he said, taking a second to catch
his breath. "Which is why I think I'm in hell. What
other explanation is there? People aren't supposed to
live the same day again and again, but I swear to you
that I am."
It was a moment before she responded. "First of all,
what in the heck would you have been doing outside the
school at night? But.. Never mind that. I'm sure it was
just some bad dream, Rick, like you told mom this
morning. You're right, that's just not possible. It
doesn't happen. And while I can't say for sure what the
afterlife is like, I'm fairly confident that hell is
not composed of repeating the same day of this." She
said, gesturing to their surroundings outside the car.
"Besides, let's say you were telling the truth, and you
were right. Let's say you were repeating the same day.
Why would that be hell? I mean, I can see where it
would get boring after awhile, but think about it. It
would be like absolute freedom. You could do anything
you'd want. Anything you could think of. And you'd
never have to worry about any consequences, because the
next day you'd wake up and none of it ever would have
happened. No matter what you did, no one could punish
you for any longer then it would take for the day to
end."
At that moment Rick felt like a cartoon character that
had just had a light bulb go on over his head. The
revelation was that shocking and that complete. He felt
a sudden rush of giddiness as his mind raced in
circles. "You're right... I never thought of it before
but.. You're right. Jen, you are an absolute genius."
He told the girl, getting more excited by the minute.
"Took you long enough to figure that out." She told
him, obviously pleased, before a sudden worried look
crossed her face. "But Rick, you know it doesn't matter
right? You're not stuck in the same day."
He just chuckled, almost unable to tear himself away
from the thoughts that were pounding through his head.
"Whatever you say, Jen." He told the girl, grinning
suddenly as he shot her a sideways glance, before
something suddenly occurred to him. "Hey, let's take
the day off. School's boring, let's have some fun." He
told her, not even waiting for her to reply before
suddenly turning onto a side road that would take them
towards the edge of the suburbs they were in.
Her eyes widened as she just watched him, quite a bit
of surprise showing on her features. But finally she
just smiled and shrugged a bit, seeming to settle into
the idea. "Fine with me, I could use a vacation. But if
mom or dad finds out, this was all your idea, and I
kept trying to talk you out of it but you wouldn't
listen, k?" she asked, her smile widening a little as
she leaned back in the seat. "Oh, and Rick. Nothing too
weird, alright?" She finished, one of her hands already
reaching for the dial to the radio.
"Whatever you say, Jen." He replied, though by that
point his voice was already partially lost in the
music. He could still feel the excitement surging
through him. "Whatever you say."
***
They ended up parking at a cliff just outside of town.
Jenn had asked him where they were going when they
started up the not often used road, but he'd just
shushed her. Once he parked he opened his door and
slipped out without hesitation, walking over near the
edge and peering over, not even glancing Jenny's way.
After a couple minutes, he heard the other door open
behind him, and a few seconds later leaves crunching as
footsteps headed his way. "What are we doing here
anyways?" she asked him as she approached.
"Awww, c'mon, Jenn. It's beautiful up here. If we're
gonna take the day off, we might was well take in the
view, get some fresh air, you know, that sort of
thing." He told her, tossing a glance back her way as
he came to a halt a few steps behind him.
She gave him an odd look, before finally nodding a bit.
"Alright, I suppose we can hang out here for a bit. But
later on we're heading to the mall, alright?" She
asked, looking around at the trees to either side of
the cliff-bordering clearing they were in.
"Sure." He replied, pausing a second before taking a
few steps backward to stand beside her. "Jen? Did you
mean what you said earlier? About thinking I was good-
looking?" he finally asked.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I mean, you're my brother and all, but
you're cute, so yeah." She told him, tossing a grin his
way.
He just nodded, thinking a bit more before finally
going on. "Wanna have sex?" he asked her calmly, just
watching her.
"WHAT!?!?" she asked, spinning around to face him
entirely, her eyes widening. She seemed shocked for a
moment, before she suddenly grinned. "Oh, yeah, sure."
She told him, rolling her eyes, before suddenly raising
one hand to press the back to her forehead as she
announced dramatically. "Oh, Rick, I'm so hot for you!
Please, take me now!" She seemed about ready to laugh
when she suddenly took notice of his expression. "I
mean, you're not serious, are you?"
"Yeah, actually, I am." He told her, blushing a little
but keeping his gaze on her none the less. "I mean... I
think you're a really hot girl. And you said you think
I'm good looking, so why not?"
"Uhm... Because you're my brother, for one?" she said,
saying it more as a statement then a question, though,
despite the tone. "Because you have a girlfriend.
Because you're my brother. Because I don't exactly plan
on losing my virginity to a guy I've never even dated
way out in the middle of nowhere. Because you're my
brother. Because I'm definitely not losing my virginity
in the backseat of that car." She told him, gesturing
back at the car. "And, uhm... Did I mention you're my
brother?"
"Yeah, I think you brought it up at some point." He
responded, grinning sardonically as he continued to
study her. "But does it really matter all that much?
After all, I'm just talking about having fun, not about
getting married. You said you liked the way I look
so... So what if I'm your brother? Is simply sharing
blood really that important?" he asked, taking a step
towards her.
Almost instinctively she took a step back, raising one
hand as if to ward him off. She looked sorta like a
deer caught in headlights for a few seconds before she
finally managed to get out a reply.
"Uhm... Look, Rick, you are a really good-looking guy.
And if you weren't my brother, and had asked me out,
then after several dates maybe I would have said yes if
you asked me like this, just maybe. But you are my
brother. And you bring me up to this place out of the
blue and then just expect me to fuck you? Sorry to say
it, Rick, but you might really be crazy after all.
Now.. Why don't you just go ahead and take me to the
school after all? So what if I've missed a couple
periods by now." She responded, backing up another step
and starting to turn towards the car.
In one smooth motion he reached out to grasp her still
extended arm, his hand clamping down on it in a firm
grip as he pulled her forcefully but not painfully back
towards him. She almost stumbled, but just as quickly
she turned to stare at his hand.
"Jen, I really don't want to do it this way, but... We
are going to have sex up here. See, what I told you in
the car is the truth, I really am repeating the same
day over and over. And if I'm going to have to go
through this pain in the ass, then I'm at least going
to get some fun out of it. Now, we can have great
sex... Or I can just fuck you. The choice is yours." He
told her, his voice absolutely calm the entire time.
He saw a spark of fear pass through her eyes, and her
expression took on a worried cast as she struggled to
pull her arm out of his hand, but his grip held steady
and she couldn't manage, finally she just gave up and
glared at him, her voice firm but with an ever so
slight tremble when she spoke. "You are out of your
freaking mind. I'm not having sex with you Rick. Now
let go of me. NOW!" She told him, suddenly pulling back
one leg and lashing it out to kick him in the shin.
Rick issued a soft grunt but other then that stood
unmoving, his eyes wincing a little but otherwise not
reacting to the pain. He could feel his expression
hardening, and he could see her eyes widening ever so
slightly as she watched him. Without saying a word he
suddenly started walking towards the car, jerking her
after him. He had to favor his good leg a bit as he
moved, but it didn't slow him much.
Jen seemed torn as to whether to resist or head towards
the car after him, not knowing if he had given in and
was going to take her home, or if he was planning
something really bad. The hesitation though was more
then enough to allow him to drag her along with ease,
until a few yards away he suddenly gave her a hard
shove towards the front of the car.
She ended up not-quite-running forward, trying to catch
herself as she suddenly hit the front bumper and
unintentionally bent over the hood with her momentum,
managing to catch herself with her hands on the hood
long before her face would've touched the windshield.
He'd been walking in behind her all the while though,
reaching down with one hand to start undoing his pants,
and when she started to lift up he quickly reached out
to lay his free hand on the center of her back and push
her firmly back down over the hood, until her face
hovered just a few inches over the windshield, her body
bent half-over.
By that time he had the front of his pants open and his
hard nine inch cock out of his boxers and into the open
air. Quickly he moved his good foot in and kicked her
legs spread before she could react, and it was all she
could do to catch herself and not go into a half-split,
which gave him all the opportunity he needed to move
the rest of the way behind her.
Quickly he reached one hand up to spit on his hand,
before reaching down to spread the saliva over his
large cock, since he wasn't going to get a better
lubricant. "The first kick I'll give you. But if you
try and kick me again, Jen, I swear to god I'll hit
back." He told the girl, who was only now starting to
struggle again as he reached in to lift her skirt up
over her back, quickly reaching back down to grasp her
panties and jerk them to the side, exposing her young
vulnerable pink slit to his gaze.
With a grin he moved his hips forward until he could
see and feel the head of his cock press up against the
lips of her pussy, eliciting a groan from him. Quickly
he released her panties to grasp his cock once more,
which was now preventing her panties from moving back
in place. Quickly he guided the head of his cock
between the lips of her cunt and into her gash, seeking
her hole.
"GET OFF ME! HEEELLLPPP!" there was a sudden scream
from the struggling girl underneath him just as the
head of his cock found her hole and with one quick hard
shove of his hips he could feel her hot pussy stretch
open as his large cock began to sink into her.
"NNNOOOOOOO!"
As he continued to press his hips forward, sinking inch
after inch of his cock into her very tight cunt, he
quickly released his cock and moved his hand up to give
the right cheek of her ass an extremely hard slap,
which elicited a shriek from the girl.
"I can do a heck of a lot worse then that to you if I
choose, Jen. Now I suggest you shut the fuck up and
stay still. Don't make me need to give you a MUCH more
painful reason to." He told her very firmly, his eyes
fixed all the while on the sight of more and more of
his cock sliding between the lips of her pussy and into
her hole. He almost had to bite his lips from the feel
of her incredibly hot very tight pussy around his hard
rod.
With one last long wail the girl ceased her struggle,
her body just trembling as she finally fell silent
except for soft whimpers she issued here and there.
About four inches of his long staff had slid into her
when he ran up against her hymen. He didn't even
hesitate, he just drew his hips back a couple inches
and then shoved them forward.
He could feel her barrier break with the single hard
thrust as a lot more of his cock disappeared inside the
girl, only about an inch of his shaft remaining outside
her young cunt when he finally paused. She let out
another soft wail when he busted her cherry, but she
seemed to try to bite back on it, her body trembling
even harder though.
Taking a deep breath he began to work his hips, sliding
nearly the full length of his big cock out of her
pussy, until just the head remained inside her, before
pushing back in, his long stick quickly sinking back
into her hot hole, the full length of it getting
sheathed inside her with the second stroke, until his
balls came to rest against her clit. He didn't pause
though before continuing to work his hips back and
forth, beginning to steadily slide his hard staff in
and out of the teenager, the girl's trembles lessening
ever so slightly as he began to work up a nice rhythm
to fucking her.
Idly he moved one hand up from her ass, the other one
sliding up from her back, both moving up to her shirt
and then around to her front, forcing her to lift her
body up a bit, but the girl didn't say a word as he
slid them a bit further up to grasp her breasts through
her shirt, beginning to lightly but rhythmically
squeeze them in time with the steady pumping of his
cock in and out of her tight pussy, his balls slapping
against her clit with every stroke, even the small
amount of her blood there was providing further
lubricant as he fucked her faster and faster, pulling
his large rod almost all the way out of her hole before
sinking it right back into her young cunt, her tunnel
tight and velvety around his hard shaft, his palms
grinding a little against her nipples as he cupped and
squeezed her tits.
For awhile there was no sound except for the slapping
of his hips against hers, his pole being driven in and
out of her tunnel in long smooth strokes. By then her
trembling had stopped altogether, and it wasn't until
he noticed an increased slipperiness in her cunt that
he realized the girl was beginning to get a little wet
as he pounded his big shaft back and forth inside her,
his balls slapping against her clit more and more
firmly as the speed of his strokes increased.
Finally he gave up on squeezing her tits and just began
to steadily rub them, his fingers sliding back and
forth over the flesh of her breasts through her shirt,
and his palms rotating in quick little circles against
her nipples, her lower body getting pressed against the
car with every pump of his big dick into her tight
wettening pussy.
"Mmmm, Jen. Starting to like getting fucked, aren't
you, sis?" he asked the girl as he rammed his thick rod
in and out of her velvety cunt, the girl's body giving
a short tremble but once more she didn't say a word as
he hammered his hard cock in and out of her pussy, his
palms lifting up as his fingers moved inwards,
beginning to deliver quick firm pinches to her nipples
as slid his long shaft quickly in and out of her, his
balls slapping firmly against her clit as her pussy
continued to get wetter and wetter, just heightening
the feel of her warm slippery tunnel around his shaft.
For a few minutes he fucked her that way, pounding his
cock back and forth inside his helpless sister, until
finally her body began to tremble ever so slightly,
soft noises begin to issue from her lips, even though
she was obvious trying to stifle them. It only served
to make him work his thick rod all the faster in and
out of her, his pinches of her nipples getting a bit
harder as he screwed his big dick in and out of her
tight young hole, until several seconds later the girl
suddenly reached up to clamp one hand over her mouth,
mostly muffling her wail of an entirely different sort,
but he could feel her hot cunt begin to convulse around
his large cock, her tunnel rhythmically contracting
around his shaft as she came.
It only took a few more strokes before he suddenly let
out a soft grunt, the heightened pleasure of her pussy
spasming around his shaft overwhelming him as his cock
jerked inside her, jet after jet of his hot cum
beginning to shoot deep into his sister's cunt as the
strokes of his fucking became erratic, his hips seeming
to take on a will of their own as he pumped more and
more of his cum into the girl before he finally began
to calm, the convulsing of her cunt beginning to slow
soon after. His fingers moving away from her nipples as
his surge of horniness began to wear off and then...
With a sudden jerk he slid his cock out of her, almost
tripping over his own pants as he stumbled backwards,
which had somehow fallen and gotten tangled around his
ankles during the fucking. "Oh God...." He whispered
softly as he reached down, beginning to steadily back
up as he quickly pulled his pants and boxers back up,
quickly getting his cock back into them and beginning
to redo his pants, his hands moving almost
mechanically.
It was with a long wince that he quickly spun away from
the car and his well-fucked sister, stumbling over
towards the edge of the cliff and just falling to his
knees as he reached it.... "I raped her..." He
whispered softly to himself, shaking his head slightly
as if he couldn't believe it. Sure, if he was right the
next day he'd wake up and it would never have happened
but.. How could he do that!?!? To his own sister!?!?
How could he hurt her like that...
Suddenly in that moment a feeling of filth came over
him. Not just of guilt, but of true filth. He felt like
a thick layer of some substance that seemed to be a
mixture of dirt, slime, and oil was sliding all over
his body. Like he was soaked in it. But he also felt a
surge of power rush through him at the same time. A
feeling of... Godliness. Like he could do anything, and
nothing could ever touch him. But at the same time he
felt like he'd rolled for days in the deepest, darkest
puddle one could find, and that a thousand showers
combined with the hardest of scrubbing wouldn't be able
to get it off.
That was when he heard the crying begin behind him. It
wasn't even loud. Just a soft sobbing sound, just loud
enough for his ears to pick it up. And each sob drove a
spike through his heart. It was the worst, most
horrifying sound he'd ever heard. And in that moment,
he felt like he was the worst person in the whole of
the world. He could feel bile rising in his throat but
he quickly swallowed it back down, only to find that
both the feelings of filth and of power had vanished,
as if they were never there.
Raising his hands up, he buried his face in them, his
sister's sobbing continuing to steadily cut through
him. That was when it struck him, and he opened his
eyes to stare at the edge of the cliff. He didn't need
to wait. He could make it as if it had never happened
that very moment, and if he was wrong about the whole
thing.... Well, then he would have paid the price for
what he did.
Without hesitation he rose to his feet and, with just a
quick glance down over the side, he leaped off the
edge. "RRRRIIIICCCCKKKK!" A sudden scream issued from
behind him as the gravity took him and he began to
fall. It was a sensation of vertigo, as the wind
whipped past him, but that wasn't what struck him. It
was that his sister hadn't wanted him to die... She'd
actually still cared about him enough for it to matter
that he'd jumped off the cliff.
He doubted she'd forgiven him, but she had still cared
for him. It gave him an ever so slightly warm feeling,
to know that his sister was a good person, even if he
wasn't. That was when it struck. It was a horrible
impact, but not the absolute crushing he'd expected.
The pain was horrible, but as he tried to breathe he
quickly felt water filling his mouth, choking him. In a
flash he realized that he must have struck a lake of
some kind, rather then land. He was still slightly
surprised he survived though. When a person is falling
as fast as he should've been, water-tension is almost
as lethal as solid ground when a person strikes it.
It was when he first tried to move that the horror once
more set in, as the lava-like pain coursed through his
very being and the water filled his lungs, the light of
the lake's surface fading more and more above him.
Something had been damaged enough in his landing to
paralyze him. He couldn't move. He didn't think his
neck or back were broken, because he could still feel
every single bit of pain in every single nerve in every
single part of his body, there was no numbness, just
pain, but he still couldn't move.
He realized he was going to drown. 'This one's going to
hurt.' Was the only thought that passed through his
mind as he struggled to breathe but kept getting only
water. It was only later, right before he passed out,
that he remembered there was no lake beneath the cliff
he'd jumped off of.
***
He was floating in the red haze. From somewhere beyond
him, the voices were already speaking.
"... him drown was a nice touch." One of the voices
said, finishing the second half of a sentence he hadn't
wholly caught.
"I thought so too. We couldn't let him die the way he
wanted." The second voice chimed in, speaking
authoritatively.
"Of course."
"He's taken the first step."
"Indeed. So far it looks like we were right after all."
"I knew we would be. Did you really have any doubt?"
"Nah, but it always feels nice to be proven right."
"True. How long do you think it'll be?"
"'Till the end? No way of telling for sure, I think."
"I guess we'll know more by how long it takes for the
next time to happen. He'll set his own pace."
"I suppose so.. So, tomorrow it's my turn to choose."
The voice said, seeming to contain a hint of eagerness.
"Yeah, but drowning during paralysis after he decided
to jump off a cliff won't be easy to beat." The other
voice responded, and seemed about to say more when Rick
felt the now familiar hard jerk.
***
Rick woke with a start. He could feel adrenaline
pounding through his system, and the feeling was really
getting old. Glancing to the side and at the 6:32
readout, he let out a very deep sigh of relief. He'd
been right, none of it had ever happened now. So why
did he still feel so horrible about it? He'd raped his
own sister.
Sex had never really been that important to him, but he
guessed deep down he had kinda had a feeling of
impatience that everyone else seemed to be having it
except him. That still didn't explain what he did
though. He guessed it was just that, he'd wanted it. He
couldn't think of a better explanation for it then
that. It didn't have to be important to him for him to
want it, and he'd wanted it. And the moment he realized
he could do anything, that he could take whatever he
wanted.
That had been the first substantial thing to occur to
him. It wouldn't matter if he went and stole money. Or
grabbed a great car. Or anything material, really.
They'd all disappear when the day ended, so all there
was, were momentary pleasures, and that had just been
the one to strike him. It still didn't justify what he
did though, nothing did, nothing could. But.. Now it
hadn't even happened. With another sigh he finally
slipped out of bed to start getting ready.
When he finally left his room to walk towards the
kitchen awhile later, it was still with a feeling of
nervousness in the pit of his stomach. Even though he
knew the day had just started over again, he still had
the feeling that people would just know somehow.
Hesitantly he entered the room and started walking over
to the table where his mom and Jen were seated, setting
his bag down nearby and looking anywhere but at his
sister as he took his seat.
"Rick, handsome as always." His mom said, offering him
her now usual teasing grin. She had just started to
gesture towards the cereal box and open her mouth when
he lifted one hand and shook his head.
"No thank you." He told her. She just raised her
eyebrows and watched him for a moment, but finally she
just shrugged. He tossed a sideways glance at his
sister, but she seemed too consumed with her cereal to
notice.
Still, a few seconds later, on schedule. "You're
driving me today." Got said between bites, like nothing
had ever happened.
"Sure, no problem." He said, trying to keep his voice
as calm as possible, and still not making much eye
contact with anyone at the table. But, nothing eventful
happened, and soon enough they were off to school.
***
After school Rick ambushed his sister and ended up
convincing her to let him take her to the mall. Once
there, he wound up buying her more or less whatever she
wanted, to her immense surprise and pleasure. He wound
up spending over eight hundred bucks on her off his
debit card, which made up a good part of his savings.
Not that it mattered, though, as he'd have it all back
the next day anyways.
At first she was suspicious over why he was willing to
buy her stuff out of the blue, but once she saw that he
really was, she didn't ask many more questions, and
seemed content to buy, buy, buy! A couple times she did
express concern at how much he was spending on her, but
he just insisted she get whatever she wanted, and soon
enough she'd manage to spot something she just had to
have and would conveniently forget all about her
objection.
It didn't really take away his guilt over the previous
day, but seeing her quite as happy as she was at least
helped him feel somewhat better. He figured if he
couldn't give her an equally joyous experience to
offset the bad one, at least he'd come about as close
as he could on short notice. And over the course of the
day he ended up getting several very big hugs from her,
all her own idea, so.. While watching her shop might've
held a reasonable aspect of boredom, he figured it
wasn't so bad a way to spend the day.
It was as they were headed back towards the parking
lot, with him carrying most of the bags that it
happened. They were just a few feet away from the glass
doors of the entrance when the skaters went flying by
outside on roller blades. The mall didn't allow skating
in it's parking lot, but they obviously didn't care.
About four had flown past in the space of a couple
seconds when the fifth one tripped on his way by.
In an instant Rick realized from the angle of the trip
that the skater was going to hit the glass window in
front of them just to the side of the door. It was all
he could do to drop the bags in time to shove his
sister to the side and out of the way. Which was just
when he heard the glass shatter, and unfortunately he
was stupid enough to twist his head towards the sound
to see where the shards were headed. It left him
vulnerable, and he had no time to lift his hands to
protect against them at that close a range before the
first sizable shard imbedded itself in his throat.
That was when Rick of course made his second mistake,
this one almost impulsive. He reached up and pulled the
glass out. At least while it was in there it might have
done a hell of a lot more damage to his throat, but it
might've bought him some extra time despite the blood
flowing out around it. Once he pulled it out though, it
opened a gaping hole for a torrent of blood to begin
flowing out through, too much of it coming from an area
too close to his brain.
There was an immense pain in his throat, but it was
offset by the sudden dizziness that swept over him. He
hadn't even realized he'd collapsed until he felt the
solid floor beneath him, and he saw his sister's face
hovering over him. He could feel her hands at his
throat, trying to cover the wound, and her eyes were
wide with shock. Then suddenly she began to scream,
scream and cry at the same time. As it got harder and
harder to think, it seemed such an immense task for
some reason for her to somehow do both. And then
everything around him was vanishing, and it was going
dark.
***
He was floating in the red haze again.
"An errant piece of broken glass strikes his throat?
Come on. Don't you think that's starting to get a
little out there?"
"Out there? Hey, you created a lake that didn't even
exist for him to drown in."
"Yeah, but drowning in a lake isn't all that unusual.
Having a skater trip into a glass window and
accidentally kill you with it.. Well, let's just say it
doesn't happen every other day."
"Eh, you're just upset I outdid you."
"Yeah right. If that's what you want to think, fine."
"We're in agreement, then."
"Whatever. You want to play it that way? Fine, my
turn's next."
Rick was starting to get a vague sense of not-quite-
irony when he felt the firm yank.
***
Rick was sitting in his first period English class not
really paying much attention. There was really no point
in going to school and bothering with the boredom when
it didn't matter, but he hadn't really taken the time
to think of anything else to do, so he'd figured on
spending the day making a mental list of things to try
in the upcoming days. He kept finding himself being
distracted by the teacher though. He'd noticed before
just how hot she was, but it had never been quite so
hard to ignore as it was now. He ended up spending most
of the day just staring at her.
She was around 5'7", blonde hair, bright green eyes,
big tits. He finally decided it was a good thing she
didn't teach at the middle school, or else the hard-ons
she'd have the kids walking around with all day with
might permanently traumatize them. Holding back a grin
he just continued to study her. Several times during
the class he suddenly for a split second had the
sensation of both power and filth that he'd had back on
the cliff, but each time it faded extremely quickly. He
noted that each time though, her head would suddenly
turn to look right at him. And it made him wonder.
It was near the end of the class, while he was idly
entertaining the fantasy of having her as a complete
sex-slave, that it happened again for a much longer
period. The feeling of power was even stronger, as if
his veins were pumping with pure energy rather then
blood, but the feeling of a crawling filth covering his
entire body was stronger again. Yet when the teacher's
head turned towards him, his eyes locked with hers, and
he felt it.
He wasn't sure quite what it was at first, it was more
of a sensation then anything else. Like he was looking
straight into her soul. Like there was no part of her
he couldn't see and touch if he chose. Like his gaze
was drilling holes straight into her mind so that
people could peer inside. Finally a particularly strong
surge of the strength/dirty sensation caused him to
tear his eyes from hers for a second, and when he did,
the feeling disappeared. Still, it was only about a
moment later that the bell rang.
Rick was slow in rising, and most of the class had
already filtered out by the time he approached the
desk. "Mrs. Johnson?" he queried, having recalled that
she had no class next period, and with his mind already
formulating plans left and right.
"Yes, Rick? Did you need something?" She asked, but he
could tell her voice was ever so slightly shaken.
"There's something I need to talk to you about.. But I
don't want anyone else overhearing." He explained, even
though everyone else had already left the classroom.
"Could we speak in your office for a minute?" he asked,
gesturing towards a door to the side.
She paused for a moment, seeming to consider, before
finally giving a slight nod, leading the way herself
over to the door to her office, opening it and waiting
for him to step in before moving in herself and
shutting it behind them. Motioning to a chair for him,
she moved over and sat in the chair opposite it, rather
then behind her desk, her face taking on an attentive
expression as she seemed to wait for him to speak.
Dropping into the chair she'd directed him to, Rick
pretended to consider for a moment before finally
saying. "Mrs. Johnson, I just wanted to tell you
that... I really like you." He told her, one of his
hands sliding down to his lap as he spoke and quickly
undoing the button on his jeans. Her eyes were so
focused on her face that she didn't seem to notice
until his zipper was already half-way down. And even
then, the expression on her face was one of shock as he
got it the rest of the way down and quickly reached in
and into his boxers to pull his already hard 9-inch
cock out through the hole. Her eyes seemed as wide as
saucers as she just stared at it for a few seconds,
before she suddenly seemed to get control of herself
and her eyes immediately went to his face, pointedly
avoiding looking down.
"Rick, what the hell do you think you're doing!?!? Put
that away!" she demanded, rising from her chair but
seeming indecisive about whether to storm out of the
room or slap him.
Quickly his eyes met hers. His mind focused on the idea
that he was in control of this situation. That he was
the one with the power. And that she would do what he
wanted. And as soon as he did he could feel the dual-
sensation rising up in him, and once more he felt as if
he was peering straight into her soul. 'Sit' he told
her without telling her. He didn't speak it, but it was
more then simply thinking it. It was like he sent the
word into her eyes. And without a word she suddenly
dropped back into her chair.
"You have no problem with looking at my cock, you just
don't want me to know." He informed her. And it took a
tremendous amount of effort to do it. One word had been
easy, but trying to get entire ideas through was much
tougher. Because it somehow had to be sent all at once,
and it was like trying to fit a mack truck through a
tiny space. Quickly after, though, Rick released the
double-feeling, as he could instantly tell it would be
difficult to maintain a hard-on for long at all with
that feeling of disgusting slime covering his body.
Lightly wrapping one hand around his cock, he began to
softly stroke it, his palm and fingers sliding steadily
back and forth along his hard rod, and he could see his
teacher's eyes quickly flicker down to it before
immediately returning to his face, her cheeks slightly
red and her breathing ever so slightly quicker. "I told
you Mrs. Johnson, I like you. I'm just trying to show
you how much." He informed her, grinning openly now.
"Rick, please stop it NOW." She told him sternly,
though her eyes flickered down towards his cock again
and lingered for a second before quickly snapping back
up.
"Alright, Mrs. Johnson, I'll make you a deal." He said
simply, his hand slowing ever so slightly in it's
sliding back and forth along his large shaft, the woman
every so often casting a very quick glance down at his
cock but for the most part seeming to resist the urge
fairly well. "I'll stop, if you'll take off your shirt.
It's only fair, don't you think?"
"Absolutely not!" she responded vehemently, shaking her
head very firmly. "Look, Rick, I'm very flattered that
you find me so attractive, but first of all I'm
married. Secondly you're too young for me. Third you're
my student. And fourth I don't really even know you
that well. If you stop now, I'm willing to let this go.
But if you don't, we're going to have a problem that
I'll be taking up with the principal, and you don't
want that. So stop NOW." She told him.
Idly he agreed with her that there would be a problem,
though he knew the problem would mostly be on her end.
He let the pace of his hand along his cock grow a bit
quicker, and he could tell that her glances became
slightly more frequent.
"I can't Mrs. Johnson. I've done this too many times
thinking about you. Imagining what you might look like
without your clothes on..." He lied smoothly, his eyes
meeting hers. "I need to see at least a little of what
you might really look like, or I'll never have any
peace.. Please.." He finished, and before she could say
anything he quickly let the dual-feeling return, and
without any hesitation he slammed an idea straight into
her brain. 'You need to help me just a little.
Especially if it'll make this end.'
Almost immediately after he had to release the feeling.
Having forced an idea that large into her head that
hard sent him reeling. He had to close his eyes for a
couple seconds to weather the sudden sensation of
vertigo that reeled through his mind. Finally he opened
his eyes, having to speed up his stroking of his cock a
bit more to keep it from going the slightest bit soft,
a very slight headache lingering in his mind.
For a moment she paused, seeming split with indecision,
though her eyes continued to every now and then take
very quick furtive glances at his cock as his hand
quickly slid back and forth along it. Finally she
spoke, "If I do this for you, do you promise that'll be
it, and you'll stop?" at his nod, she hesitated for a
moment more before finally reaching down and grasping
the bottom of her shirt with both hands. Slowly she
drew it up and over her head, before reaching over to
set it on her nearby desk. "There, are you happy now?"
she asked, a slightly irritated look on her face.
For a while he just took in the sight of her, her
smooth stomach leading up to her large firm tits,
encased in a simple white bra. He guessed her cup at
DD. "I never thought bras covered that much!" he lied,
offering her a pained look. "That's never going to help
me enough... You're going to have to take that off too,
Mrs. Johnson. I have to see more before I can stop. But
I promise that'll be it." He informed her, his hand
maintaining a steady pace along his cock.
She looked fed up, and seemed about to object, when he
suddenly brought the feeling back just enough to send
'If it'll make this end...' straight into her head,
leaving the idea unfinished for her mind to have to
complete it. Finally, without another word, a
frustrated expression on her face, she suddenly reached
behind her, needing only a couple seconds to undo her
bra, and quickly slipping her arms out of the straps
before tossing that object on top of her shirt.
Rick just grinned again as her bare tits came into
view. Large and round, with soft pink aereola capped by
hard nipples. "They're beautiful." He murmured as he
rose from his seat and walked over to her, his hand
releasing his cock. She seemed about to say something
when her eyes suddenly fixed on his cock, the hard rod
swaying a bit with the motion of his walking, and this
time she didn't look away. He even saw her quickly lick
her lips as he approached the rest of the way towards
her before finally stopping nearby, his cock maybe a
foot away from her face. She seemed almost hypnotized
by his hard staff.
She didn't even say a word when he reached down to pull
his jeans and boxers down a bit to give his cock more
freedom, she just seemed to enjoy the better view, so
much so that she didn't even notice his left hand
reaching in, until it suddenly cupped her right breast,
the warm flesh filling his hand as his palm came to
rest over her hard nipple, lightly grinding against it
as he gave her breast a nice firm squeeze.
Letting out a squeal, she quickly jerked back in her
chair and slapped his arm away. "HEY! No touching!" she
exclaimed, her expression once more turning a bit angry
as her eyes turned up to look at his face.
As his eyes met hers, he immediately let the feeling
rise back up inside her, quickly pressing an idea into
her head. 'You're my teacher. You have to teach me the
things I need to know.' Putting enough effort into
getting the large idea through, but not forcing it in
hard enough to receive another backlash. "You know Mrs.
Johnson... I've never seen what a girl's pussy looks
like. And you've already been so kind as to show me
your tits so... You've already started a lesson if you
think about it. And I think you need to finish it and
teach me the rest of what a girl's body looks like,
because I really need to learn." He informed her.
Immediately an internal struggle seemed to take hold of
her, her head shaking a bit as she seemed to be arguing
with herself, finally managing a "No... I don't...
No.." She said, seeming to gain more confidence the
more focused she became on it, her attention finally
refocusing on him. "You promised that would be it,
Rick. Now this is stopping." She said firmly, seeming
about to rise again when he suddenly hit her with a
'STOP', being able to drive that one in without
suffering for it. Immediately she froze.
'You need to teach me what I need to know.' He again
sent into her head, speaking it verbally as he pressed
it into her mind. Again she seemed to be seized by an
internal struggle. She seemed to be having a harder
time driving it away this time, but eventually she
managed another small shake of her head and said,
"No... No, I can't... I'm married..."
'YOU... WILL... TEACH... ME...' He sent, driving it so
strongly into her head that the backlash nearly forced
him to his own knees, and he had to reach out and grasp
the desk to steady himself. Quickly it passed though,
and since his eyes never closed he could see the effect
it had on her. It was like being struck upside the head
by a baseball bat. Her eyes had that wide-shocked look
of being hit so hard you couldn't think. But finally
they seemed to clear, and slowly she nodded, speaking
almost to herself.
"Yes... Yes, I am your teacher, aren't I? It's my job."
She finally said, nodding again to herself as if to
confirm it, before suddenly standing up. She was
wearing a fairly long skirt, but she was quick to reach
up under it and grasp her panties, and within seconds
she had them down her legs and off, these just tossed
to the side rather then bothering with the desk, and
quickly she lifted the skirt to her waist and sat back
down in the chair, leaning back and spreading her legs
nice and wide to give him an excellent view of her
pussy.
Rick's own breath caught for a second as he stared, the
lips of her cunt slightly spread open with the
spreading of her legs, revealing the hot pink gash
within, a small triangle of brown hair resting above
her pussy, revealing her to both not be a natural
blonde, and to keep her pubic hair groomed. Her breath
was now definitely coming faster, her cheeks flushed
and her large tits heaving slightly as she showed him
her pussy. Her eyes seemed fixed once more on his cock,
and he could see wetness gleaming along her gash,
giving her away better then anything else could.
'You should get on the table so I can see better.' He
told her, once more giving the command verbally as well
as mentally. This time she didn't seem to have the will
to even try and resist, she just quickly nodded and
stood back up, reaching over to brush things off her
desk, pens and books clattering to the floor along with
her shirt and bra, and swiftly she climbed up onto it,
laying down on her back with head elevated a bit and
her butt resting at the edge, her legs once more widely
spread.
Slowly he moved in between her legs, his cock hovering
less then half a foot away from her pussy. He could see
a shadow cross her face as he approached, but quickly
it moved away as her eyes fixed on his cock once more.
Glancing down at the large rod that seemed to attract
her attention so much, he just grinned. "Does your
husband have a cock this big?" he asked her, before
glancing up at her face.
Immediately a pained expression came over her face, her
body trembling ever so slightly as she winced a bit.
"That doesn't have anything to do with my teaching
you." She finally said. "I'm just showing you what a
pussy looks like. That's it, nothing more. My husband's
cock is none of your business." She told him, though it
seemed to take a lot of effort for her to say it.
"Is his cock as big as mine?" he simply repeated, not
even bothering to add anything mentally, her eyes once
more locking on the large staff between his legs.
Finally she just slowly shook her head no.
"Ahh." He murmured as he suddenly grasped his cock and
leaned in.
"No!" she suddenly exclaimed as the head of his cock
was positioned against her hole, starting to try to
pull away from him, but his other hand suddenly grasped
her waist to hold her steady, and just like that her
pussy had stretched open and his hard thick rod was
beginning to steadily slide into her, more and more of
the big shaft quickly disappearing between the lips of
her pussy and into her married cunt.
Rick just grinned as he sank more and more of his cock
inside her, her hot wet tunnel enveloping his hard rod,
not quite as tight as Jen's but close. As about the
sixth inch of his cock vanished into her pussy and more
kept sliding in, he could see her eyes suddenly go
really wide, the seventh, eighth, and then ninth inches
of his cock disappearing into her hole, until the full
length of his big dick was buried to the hilt inside
her, his balls coming to rest against her ass. "Doesn't
that feel good?" He asked as he ground his hips against
hers, his pelvis grinding against her clit, just
letting his long cock rest inside her for a moment.
"I.. No... My husband, I can't... Uh, you're so big...
Oh God.... Just fuck me..." She finally panted out.
Rick didn't say another word, instead just beginning to
drive his hips quickly back and forth, looking down to
watch as his long thick rod slid steadily out of her
hot pussy, more and more of his hard shaft reappearing
out of her hole, glistening with her juices, before it
vanished right back into her in one long hard stroke
forward. His balls began to bounce against his married
teacher's hot ass as he sawed his large cock in and out
of her wet cunt, his hips driving hard into hers to
grind his pelvis against her clit with every firm
stroke of his big dick into her. He could hear her
begin to moan as he fucked her, no words, just long
soft sounds of pleasure as her tight pussy clasped at
his thrusting cock.
"You like being fucked by a nice big cock, don't you
Mrs. Johnson?" he asked as he sawed his thick staff
back and forth inside her velvety tunnel, her large
tits bouncing steadily with every stroke of his cock in
and out of her as his hips rhythmically slammed against
hers.
"Uh! Uh! Yes! Uh! You're so fucking deep.. Oh God..
It's so fucking good." She said in a near-groan, her
hips beginning to respond to him, thrusting up to meet
his every time he pumped forward, sliding his large
dick deep into her hot wet tunnel before they both
pulled back, his hard shaft quickly sliding almost out
of her slippery pussy before their hips slammed right
back against each other to drive it back in.
"Your husband can't make you feel this good with his
little cock, can he?" Rick demanded forcefully as he
rammed his thick staff deeply in and out of her tight
tunnel, reaching up to grasp her large tits in both
hands as he did, using her large but firm breasts
almost as handholds to help him drive his big cock back
and forth inside her even faster. She just shook her
head quickly, and he could feel her hips pumping back
at him faster and faster, but suddenly he slowed his
pace dramatically, a devilish smile on his face as he
simply smoothly eased his cock back and forth inside
her.
"No! Don't stop!" she just whimpered, her hips still
trying to swiftly thrust at him. "Faster! Fuck me! FUCK
ME!" She demanded in return, but he simply released her
tits, quickly grasping her nipples between his thumbs
and forefingers and painfully twisting until she
suddenly let out another whimper and her hips slowed to
match his slow torturous thrusts. Immediately he let up
on her nipples, just lightly pinching and tweaking them
as he slid his big cock steadily in and out of the
married woman's pussy, his hard shaft completely coated
with her juices.
"Mmm, you want to cum on my big dick, huh?" Rick asked
her, releasing her left nipple and reaching down with
his right hand to begin teasing her clit with the tip
of one finger as he slowly drove his hard staff in and
out of her hot hole. At first he just gently teased her
stiff clit with light back and forth flicks of his
finger, but soon his finger centered over her clit and
began to roll it in quick little circles, creating a
sharp contrast with the slow steady strokes of his
cock.
She didn't answer, she just let out another whimper,
her head beginning to thrash back and forth a little
with his teasing of her clit. Slowly he began to pick
his pace back up, his balls once more beginning to slap
against her ass as his hips resumed hammering against
hers in long firm strokes. The wet warmth of her tight
pussy around his cock only drove him higher as he
fucked her, so that he almost didn't notice the sudden
slight pain that began to build up in his head.
He could hear her moans becoming louder and louder as
his toying with her clit finally fell into sink with
his sawing of his large staff in and out of her hot
hole, until he finally felt her cunt begin to suddenly
convulse around him. He could see her biting her lip to
keep from screaming out her pleasure as her cunt
rhythmically contracted around his stiff rod, his own
pleasure beginning to quickly build as he fucked her
hard and fast.
At the same time as his cock began to shoot his hot cum
deep into her married cunt, the slight pain that had
been building up in his head suddenly exploded. There
was so much pain he couldn't even see. He almost didn't
even feel his cock shooting the last of his cum inside
her, he almost didn't feel the liquid beginning to flow
from his nose and ears.
Without even realizing he'd put them there he could
feel his hands clutching tightly at his head, as if
trying to force the pain back inside. Then suddenly for
a moment the pain began to fade, leaving a strange
heavy numbness inside his head. His vision was slightly
blurry, but when he pulled his hands away he could
clearly see the blood on them, from where they'd been
over his ears. And then suddenly everything went dark.
***
"That one doesn't count as my kill." One of the voices
was saying as Rick once more discovered himself
surrounded by the haze. "He managed to kill himself on
that one. The moron tried to draw on way more power
then his brain was ready to handle yet. It's not my
fault if he caused his own brain to hemorrhage. There
was no way to salvage or reshape that one into a better
kill."
"Agreed." The second voice responded without
hesitation. "We won't count it. This should at least be
fair, after all. So take the next one. I just hope you
manage to do think up one hell of one though, because
this is kind of going to put a damper on it."
"And you call that fair?"
"Hey, like you said. It's not my fault." The other
voice responded, sounding amused.
The jerk was sharp and sudden this time.
***
Thus ends Part 1...
Stay tuned for Part 2: Where Rick will focus on getting
both his mother and sister into a threesome, as well as
varying other conquests. All while still striving to
discover exactly what is happening to him... While at
the same time trying to answer the question that is
beginning to become unclear... Does he even want out,
if it means giving up the power he's now gained? And
all the while sinking deeper into the darkness within
himself. We will also answer the Kenny-like question
that demands answering. Just how many strange ways can
Rick be killed in? To be continued.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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