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Cycle of Corruption: Corrosion of the Mind
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)
***
Caught up in a day that cycles repeatedly without end,
Rick begins to explore the full extent of what he can
do. But at what cost to his humanity? And is it a price
he's willing to pay? (MF, inc, nc, rp, mc)
***
AUTHOR NOTES:
For those interested, here's Part 2 of the story, newly
completed. Since I said most of what I needed to say
before the first part, I'll just reiterate a few points
here. First, part two is focused a bit more on sex and
a bit less on plot then the first one was. The third
part, I think, might revert to a balance between the
two. (Part one can be found in Directory 28)
Next, to remind you. If you like the story at all,
please send me an e-mail at SyntheticDivine@aol.com and
say so. But remember to put "The Cycle of Corruption"
as the topic or I might mistake it for spam and delete
it. Anyways, I could always use the feedback, and
though I believe I've decided to complete all four
parts for better or worse, the more feedback I get the
more motivated I'll likely be to finish the story
faster.
Another interesting point you might want to include in
any feedback you provide is whether or not you think I
should offer up more stories after this one is
completed. In other words, would you be likely to read
other erotic stories I might write in the future, even
if the subject matter was slightly different?
Finally, for those of you who haven't read the first
part, subtitled "Acid Bath", it might be best to read
that one before this one. But of course, in the end
that's up to you. To offer fair warning to all
involved, this story will contain incest, rape, mind
control, murder, sex among minors, and the continued
descent of a mind into depravity. If you don't believe
you can handle such content, stop reading now. For
those that remain, I give you the second part, which I
subtitle "Corrosion of the Mind".
***
The Cycle Of Corruption: Corrosion of the Mind
Rick woke with a start. He could feel adrenaline
pounding through his system, and it only served to
excite him all the more. Immediately he was up out of
bed and moving into the bathroom to start getting
ready. He already had his plan for the day fully
formed, and he couldn't wait to put it into action.
He'd had a phantom headache the first few hours of the
previous day, which kind of worried him that something
had followed him from one day to the next, but he had
finally decided it had to just have something to do
with his mind, since that transferred fully intact from
day to day after all, even if nothing else did.
After it had finally gone away, he'd spent the rest of
the day carefully practicing and honing his newly
discovered mental talents as much as he could. He was
careful not to push it too much, since he didn't want a
repeat of what had happened before. And he made sure
not to try to slam ideas in so hard that he suffered
any kind of backlash. Slowly but surely, he'd more and
more gotten the hang of it.
By the end of the day, he was far more efficient at
sending larger commands then he'd been before. They
were still far more difficult then simple commands had
been, but at least they didn't hit him so much. His
previous attempts had been too much like shoving
something big through a small hole and having the
resistance bite back. He'd found that he could... Flow
the ideas into his targets a bit better then trying to
force them. It didn't make the idea any smaller, or the
hole any bigger, but it was like putting Vaseline on
the object you were trying to push in. It simply slid
smoother and offered a bit less resistance.
It was when he'd finally finished his experimenting,
and was heading back to his car, that he'd been killed.
He'd been swarmed by not one, not two, not three, not
even four, but closer to a dozen rattlesnakes. He'd
never even seen so much as a single one before in his
life, much less twelve. Unfortunately, he wasn't very
good at dodging rattlesnake-bites. As a matter of fact
he'd learned, to his regret, that he wasn't very good
at surviving them, either.
It didn't matter though, it wasn't like death was
anything new to him anymore, he was too focused on what
he'd decided to do today. As he headed down the hallway
towards the kitchen, bag in tow, he simply smiled in
anticipation. Striding into the room, he headed over
towards his usual chair without hesitation, pulling it
out and dropping smoothly into it, his eyes fixed on
his mom.
"Rick, handsome as always." His mom said, grinning her
usual teasing grin. "Want some?" she asked, with her
usual gesture to the cereal box.
He just gave a small shake of his head, his eyes fixed
on her as he prepared himself. Finally ready, he opened
himself to the power and filth and let them flow in.
He'd gotten better at dealing with the filth side, it
was easier when you knew it would go away as soon as
you were done.
Immediately, he began sending a soft mantra at his mom.
One idea, but broken down into three commands. Sent at
her in order over and over again. Re-affirming it in
her mind far too many times for resistance to hold it
back, which was far easier then trying to force it
through would be.
'You've decided to take the day off'. 'You've already
called in sick'. 'Hang around the house today'. He must
have sent the commands steadily at her a couple dozen
times when he finally noticed Jenn getting up to carry
her cereal bowl over to the sink. He'd missed her
declaration that he was driving her that day, but he'd
already discovered the day before that it didn't matter
if he actually responded or not.
As he released the power, he saw his mom suddenly blink
a couple times and shake her head a little, as if she'd
been day-dreaming and had suddenly come to herself. He
needed to take Jenny to school, or things would look
weird. But as soon as he got her there, he'd be coming
back. And he knew his mom would be here waiting. There
was nothing else she could do. Smiling, he rose to his
feet, grabbing his bag and beginning to head towards
the door. "See you soon, mom." He commented idly as he
passed.
She must've taken the soon wrong, because following him
came the words "Alright, honey, I'll see you both
tonight."
Holding back the urge to laugh, he just opened the door
and let Jenny follow him through.
***
"Hey mom." Rick said as he walked into the living room,
having already spotted his mom seated on the couch
watching TV.
"Rick!?!?" she exclaimed in surprise, her head
swiveling around to look at him. "Aren't you supposed
to be at school?"
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He simply asked in
return, smiling as he walked over to drop onto the
opposite side of the couch.
"I was feeling ill, so I called in sick." She told him,
a lie. He'd never told her to actually feel sick, only
that she'd said she was. But he supposed she had to lie
to keep up appearances. After all, how would it look if
she told her own son that she'd just decided to skip
work.
"Feeling any better?" he queried, going through the
effort to at least put a slightly concerned expression
on his face, but not devoting a lot into it.
"A little, yeah.." She commented, before suddenly
pausing. "But stop trying to turn this around, young
man. Why aren't you at school?"
"I was feeling ill, so I came home." He responded in
another near-mirror of her words, smiling ever so
slightly as he watched her.
For a moment she just watched him with a very shrewd
expression on her face, looking very much like she was
about to say something sharp, before finally she smiled
a little herself and asked, "Feeling any better?"
"Quite a bit, actually." He responded, openly grinning
now. "I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me?" he
finally asked with a wink.
"Alright, alright, I suppose I can let this one go."
She said indulgently, just shaking her head a bit as
she smiled. "After all, I suppose you caught me as much
as I caught you. Just make sure this sort of thing
doesn't happen again, ok? I don't want you missing
school." She said, finally giving him a stern look.
"Of course, mom. Today was just an exception." He told
her, his breathing beginning to deepen in preparation.
"Exception?" she asked, one eyebrow arched. "What's so
special about today?"
Just like that he opened himself to the power, gritting
his teeth a little as the dual sensation surged through
him. "Today's my birthday." He both said verbally and
sent into her head, knowing she'd be able to shake off
the first one and already preparing for the next.
She just stared at him for a few seconds before
blinking a couple times and speaking. "No it's not,
Rick. Your birthday is June 23rd. What on earth would
make you think it's today?"
"I'm sure my birthday's today." He simply said in
reply, once more speaking it both verbally and
mentally. "You should know it's today, mom."
Again she stared at him for a few seconds. "But I do
know." She finally said a bit slowly, as if confirming
it to herself. With renewed confidence she went on.
"I'm your mother, Rick. I was there when you were born,
if you'll remember. And I'm telling you I'm positive
your birthday is the 23rd of June." She informed him.
"I wouldn't forget something like that."
That's when he started sending the mantra at her.
'Today is my birthday.' He kept sending at her over and
over again, but put a thoughtful look on his face at
the same time, as if he was considering it, so that his
silence wouldn't seem too suspicious. After the first
eight or so times, he finally spoke again. "I'm really
certain today is my birthday, mom." He simply told her,
resuming the mantra immediately after.
This time her pause was much longer, and she looked
confused, as if she was struggling to figure something
out. "Are you sure?" she finally asked in a puzzled
tone. "I could've sworn it was...." Her words trailed
off, as if she'd forgotten the date she was going to
say.
"It's today." He told her firmly, continuing to
steadily flood her mind with the idea that today was
indeed his birthday.
"It.... It...." She said, pausing for a second more as
she struggled, before her eyes widened slightly. "It is
today, isn't it? Oh god, I can't believe I forgot. I'm
really sorry Rick, I didn't get you any presents or
anything. I didn't even remember to buy a cake." She
said, sounding and looking truly distressed.
"That's ok, mom." He said, offering her a reassuring
smile. "Actually, I had a few presents already in mind.
If you really wanted, we could still take care of them
all today, I think. I mean, we both decided to take
off, so we've got plenty of time to try at least. If
you want..." He said, giving her a pleading look with
the last line.
"Of course, honey! It's your birthday after all. I'm
sure we can still go out and get you at least a few
things. What'd you have in mind?" she asked,
brightening up a bit at the opportunity to make her
'forgetting' up to him.
"Well, I was hoping the first present could just be
that we could spend the day together, you know? With
you at work and me at school all day and homework and
stuff taking up time at night we don't really get much
time together to talk and stuff, so I was hoping we
could spend time together. Play a few games, maybe
watch a movie or two, and talk some, I mean, what do
you think?" he asked, figuring it was better to get her
to commit herself to the idea of spending the day with
him, and in doing so put her off guard a bit with the
first present, before trying anything more serious.
Her smile just brightened even more. "Sure Rick. I
think it'd be nice for us to be able to spend some time
together. But are you sure you want to spend your
birthday hanging out with your mother?" she asked, her
smile turning teasing.
"Yeah mom, I'm sure. Why don't you go ahead and see if
you can find a movie on for us to watch, and I'll go
get us some drinks?" he asked as he rose to his feet.
"What would you like?"
She just nodded once before turning to reach for the
remote control on a nearby table. "A coke would be
fine."
"Ok, be right back." He told her as he began to move
towards the kitchen, opening himself to the power as he
moved, and already beginning to flood her mind with the
next set of ideas. It was tougher from a distance, but
at least there was no backlash, so all it really served
to do was slow him up a bit as he fixed the drinks. For
the first minute or so he could hear her changing the
channels, but he didn't pay much attention to it,
instead focusing on constantly cycling the same ideas
into her head. A few minutes later he was convinced
he'd sent it enough times for it to hold, and so he
walked back into the living room, carrying the drinks
he'd already had ready for the last minute or so.
"What took so long?" she asked as he moved back towards
the couch, reaching out to take the glass of coke from
him when he reached it.
"I thought I saw something out the window." He said in
a dismissive way. "I watched for a bit to make sure
there wasn't anything." He told her idly, before
suddenly switching the subject. "Anyways, I was
thinking about my second present... And, I was
wondering if you'd mind if I hung around the house for
the rest of the day, well... Naked. I've never just
really had an opportunity to relax in the nude before,
you know? And I just wanted to see what it felt like."
He told her, carefully watching her face.
"Go ahead, honey. I mean, the human body is a
completely natural thing, if you want to go naked while
at home, there shouldn't be any problem with that." She
said without her expression wavering in the slightest.
It had completely worked then. He'd been drilling into
her head that nudity was ok. That if there weren't any
sexual overtones to it, how could it be wrong? He'd had
to break it down into about four separate commands, but
that had been the gist of the message. And it had
apparently taken as well as he could have hoped. Trying
to get her to go naked though he was pretty sure
would've been much more difficult, because there
would've been more mental barriers to break down. For
now, this would suffice.
"Thanks, mom." He said with a smile, walking over to
set his drink on the table next to her end of the
couch, before reaching down to grasp his shirt and
begin drawing it up over his head, wanting to be close
to her without it being obvious he was doing so. As he
pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it
over into a chair not far away, he glanced at her out
of the corner of his eye and saw her overtly watching
him, but not staring by any means.
Swiftly reaching down, he unbuttoned and unzipped his
pants, slowly tucking his thumbs under the waistbands
of his pants and boxers before drawing them down his
hips and legs. As his already half-hard cock came into
view, he could see his mom's eyes suddenly widen,
before she suddenly looked swiftly away, her eyes still
just as wide. Tossing the last of his clothes over to
join his shirt in the chair, he began walking back past
his mom.
He could see her take a couple more very quick glances
at his cock when she thought he wasn't looking, but the
rest of the time she was visibly concentrating on
looking at anything else. He supposed her curiosity,
moral inhibitions, and perhaps even natural attraction
maybe, were creating a fair bit of conflict inside her.
She of course was trying to mentally side with the
inhibitions, but soon enough he'd change that. At least
he knew from her reaction that his cock had to be
larger then his dad's.
"There, much better." He commented with a smile as he
sat back down on the couch, closer to her then he'd
been before. "So, what are we watching?" He asked as he
turned his attention to the TV, which she'd already
glued her eyes to, as soon as he saw it though he knew.
"Well, I couldn't find anything on that I thought you'd
like, so I put on Hackers. You always liked that movie,
right?" She asked, still keeping her eyes a bit too
firmly fixed to the TV.
"Yeah, that'll work." He told her, going through in his
mind exactly how he wanted to phrase the next set of
commands.
For a couple minutes he just let them watch the TV, all
the while steadily filtering a couple ideas into her
head. It was starting to get tiresome to have to repeat
the commands over and over and over again, and the
effort it took to send them repeatedly was beginning to
wear on him, but it was the most efficient way to get
it done, and he had no interest in overdoing himself
again before he had a chance to reap the rewards.
This time he just focused on convincing her mind that
she needed to help him, and that she needed to give him
his next gift. He wasn't sure exactly what better route
he could take then that without trying to force the
ideas in. After a moment more though, he finally
released the power and gave it a shot. "Mom? About my
third present..."
"Yeah?" she asked, looking over at him without seeming
to realize what she was doing and freezing as soon as
she did. She must've relaxed in watching the TV for a
time, and so he guessed he'd caught her off guard.
Looking quickly away would make it obvious something
was wrong so instead she just kept her eyes fixed on
his face, careful not to look down.
"Well... Rachel and I have been having problems
lately." He started, carefully controlling his
expression and pitching his tone to look and sound
somewhat sad. "I think the problem has been somewhere
in our dates, you know? I think something I'm doing is
just bothering her somehow, but I'm not sure exactly
what it is, and she won't tell me... I've been
wondering for awhile what I could do to try to fix it,
and it just occurred to me that...
"Maybe you could sort of simulate being on a date with
me, I mean, we're already watching a movie together,
and a date isn't much different, so if you could just
pretend that we were on one maybe I could see it from a
different perspective and tell what I'm doing wrong. It
wouldn't be that big a deal, right? It would only be
for a little while." He told her, not having to try
hard to sound a bit hopeful with the last couple
sentences.
Immediately he saw her expression beset by confusion.
As if she knew something was wrong with the idea, but
was having trouble figuring out what it was. He
supposed it had to be confusing for her. His being
naked had to be ok, yet for some reason she felt it
didn't seem right to look at him naked. It must seem
even more wrong for them to pretend to be on a date
with him naked, yet how could that be more wrong if his
being naked was supposed to be ok?
He supposed his commands didn't give her much room to
try to logically sort through the situation and her
feelings. Her confusion though seemed to block out a
bit of the effects of his new commands, as he supposed
her confusion kept her mind off his request just enough
for the commands not to kick in quite as much, since
they were centered on the request.
Finally she seemed to get past her confusion just
enough to mutter, "But... But I'm your mother." She
said, finally seeming to have found a reason that fit
as to why she couldn't pretend to be on a date with
him, but as soon as the confusion faded the commands
returned in force.
"But I really need your help mom... Please, this is the
most important present I could ask for from you. You
could save my relationship... All you've got to do is
pretend to be on one date with me, and do what Rachel
would do, so I can figure it all out." He pleaded,
wondering if he was going to have to reinforce the
commands a bit more.
After a moment of puzzled thought, she finally just
nodded once. "Alright. I guess it couldn't hurt." She
said slowly, before turning her head back towards the
TV. "I just need to pretend to be Rachel, right?"
"Yeah. You just do what Rachel would do on a real date,
and I'll do what I would do, and I'll see if I can
figure out where I'm going wrong." He told her, before
suddenly scooting over next to her on the couch, his
thigh pressing up against hers through her clothes.
Idly he stretched one arm out behind her head, laying
it on her opposing shoulder. He could feel her
trembling ever so slightly at first, but suddenly she
took a deep breath and seemed to calm, her eyes fixed
on the TV.
Turning his attention back to the TV, he began to flood
her mind with one more idea, hopefully the last he'd
need to use. That since she'd agreed to help him, she
had to do everything that Rachel would do on a date,
and keep her word. That was a really tough one to get
through, and by the time he'd sent it into her head a
couple dozen times, he was feeling mentally exhausted,
and he could feel a sheen of sweat coating his body.
Relaxing back against the couch, he just took a couple
minute's break to breathe deeply and recover. His mom
was too busy keeping her eyes fixed on the TV to pay
much attention. The exhaustion faded faster then he'd
expected, and after the couple minutes he felt ok, not
great, but more then well enough to do what he wanted
to do, and still eager as ever for just that.
Sitting back up a bit in the seat, he casually let his
hand slip off her shoulder and quickly down along the
front of her shirt to cup her large breast, giving it a
soft squeeze through the material. Immediately he felt
her go tense beside him, her eyes possessing a shocked
look as they suddenly glanced down at his hand, then at
him, then at his hand, then at him again, as if she
expected there had to be some kind of a mistake and any
second he'd let go. It took several seconds before she
finally suddenly screeched "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK
YOU'RE DOING!?!?" at him as both her hands shot up to
grab his hand and try to pull it away from her breast.
"What do you mean!?!?" he immediately shot back, not as
harshly but with a firmness to his words, letting her
wrench his hand away for the moment. "I do this with
Rachel on dates all the time mom! I mean, we're
teenagers after all, what'd you expect? It's not like
I'm doing it because I want to feel you up or anything,
mom, christ. I'm just trying to figure out what's going
wrong with my dates. And you promised you'd help me!
And I do this all the time with Rachel, so what's the
matter with you?" he nearly berated her, keeping his
voice steady and firm.
She actually looked stricken with his scolding, and at
the same time quite panicked. "But... But... But..."
She stammered, just staring at him. "But I'm your
mother, Rick. I mean... You can't just do that! I... I
know I'm supposed to help you but... But... You just
can't!" she told him, seemingly unable to come up with
a better argument then that.
"Look mom, did you promise to help me, or didn't
you?" he demanded, and when he saw her open her mouth
to object, he just went on. "Yes or no, did you promise
to help me?"
She just stared at him with a pleading expression of
her own. He stared right back at her, his expression
firm, and finally a moment later he saw defeat in her
eyes. "Yes...." She finally whispered.
"Then help me already! You can't just interrupt the
date right in the middle of something like that, or
you'll ruin my whole attempt to figure things out. Now
can we get back to the date or not?" he shot at her.
"O.... Okay.." She finally just said shakily, and he
could see her trembling a bit again. "Just... Please
try to keep it light, ok..? I guess you can touch,
just nothing serious, please?" she asked pleadingly.
Ignoring her, he just slid his arm back into place
around her shoulder and began to slide it back down
over her shirt.
Without hesitation he let his fingers trace their way
down over the upper slope of her breast and to her
nipple, very lightly teasing it with the tips of his
fingers through her shirt. Her body continued to
tremble next to him, but slowly, after awhile, he could
feel her nipple steadily harden under his
manipulations. She still had her eyes locked on the TV
screen, as if to ignore what he was doing.
He just let the tips of his fingers slide away from her
nipple to lightly caress the soft flesh of her breast
through the cloth. Finally he let his palm come to rest
over it, cupping her breast and giving it another soft
squeeze. Her trembling intensified a bit, but otherwise
she showed no signs of reaction.
Tilting his head in, he ever so softly pressed his lips
against the side of her neck, brushing them lightly
over her skin. Once more he felt her stiffen, but this
time she didn't say anything. Continuing to steadily
massage her breast with one hand, he began to kiss his
way up along her neck and over her chin, his free hand
reaching across to her other cheek and suddenly but
forcefully tilting her head to face him.
Almost immediately his lips were against hers, his
tongue slipping from between his lips to thrust between
hers before she could react, his hand lightly releasing
her breast and moving down to her waist as he kissed
her. She still felt stiff against him, but as his
tongue probed into her mouth to begin gently teasing
her tongue with soft little licks, he felt her relax
ever so slightly.
She still didn't kiss him back, but she no longer sat
there like a statue, instead just passively accepting
his kiss. Her lips ever so slightly moved against his,
but otherwise there was no real reaction. He just let
his kisses turn a bit hungrier, the tip of his tongue
quickly running along the insides of her cheeks before
once more attacking her tongue, this time almost
forcefully trying to incite it into a duel.
Finally he felt her tongue begin to move against his,
very hesitantly at first, then with a bit more
strength. Teasingly he drew his tongue back, attacking
and then retreating again as his tongue danced with
hers, before his tongue was finally slipping back into
his own mouth and hers was following his in, her lips
pressing far more firmly against his as she became an
active participant in the kiss. For several seconds
more she kissed him, before suddenly her lips separated
from his so she could catch her breath.
After several deep breaths she just paused as her eyes
met his, before she offered him a weaker version of her
usual teasing grin, as if she'd finally gotten over her
inhibitions just enough to at least try to make things
not quite so tense. "I don't think you've got anything
to worry about in that area, Rick. I don't know where
you learned it young man, but you're a pretty good
kisser. I doubt Rachel is unhappy there."
He was pleased with the compliment, but more surprised
that she'd given it. He'd expected it to take her
longer to respond to him at all, but he guessed it was
probably easier for her to deal with it all when it was
just a matter of kissing and he wasn't actively groping
her at the same time, not that that particular
standstill would last long. Besides, she'd sealed her
own doom with the way she'd worded the compliment.
He just offered her a grin in return. "Good, that's one
area I don't need to worry about then. Better to move
on, in that case." He said, his hands reaching in to
begin undoing the front of her pants. Once more she
temporarily froze, her eyes wide with horror as she
realized what he was doing.
"Please Rick... Please... You can't..." She begged,
though she made no move to physically stop him.
"I do this with Rachel on dates too mom." He lied,
having never gotten quite this far with the girl as he
unbuttoned her pants and began to slowly and
deliberately draw the zipper down. He wasn't sure
exactly when the roles of power had been reversed
between his mom and him in her eyes, but he liked
having her cowed.
She'd already seemingly realized that she wasn't going
to be able to talk her way out of doing whatever Rachel
supposedly did on dates, so she seemed to have fixed
herself on the pleading route. She still wasn't
fighting quite as much as he'd expected though. She'd
always been kind of easy-going, and never very harsh as
a mom but, he supposed he still expected her to be more
forceful in her resistance. Who knew, maybe she had a
submissive streak deep down that he'd never been aware
of.
"Please don't..." She whispered with fear in her eyes
as he finished unzipping her pants, but again he just
ignored her and slid one hand under the waistband of
her now partially-exposed panties and down to her hot
slit. He could feel her body still trembling beneath
his touch, and her eyes suddenly closed tight when his
fingers came in contact with her pussy, but he could
detect an ever so slight wetness along her cunt. Not
much by any means, but enough to show she'd at least
gotten something out of his kiss.
"Mom.. Naughty girl, you're wet." He informed her, even
though it made it sound like she was juicier down there
then she actually was. Still she flushed a bright red
at his comment, though she remained silent, her eyes
seemingly clenched even more tightly shut as he ran two
fingers slowly back and forth along her slit, letting
the tips of his fingers probe between the lips of her
pussy and slide along her gash, before finally settling
over her clit, his fingers beginning to slowly but
steadily roll it in smooth circles.
He just watched her as he slowly stroked and teased her
clit, lightly flickering his fingers back and forth
over it every now and then before returning to a
circular rubbing. At first he couldn't see any real
effect, but over time he could feel the nubbin of flesh
grow hard beneath his touch, her body trembling less,
and her breathing starting to get ever so slightly
shallower. Giving her clit one last swift flick, he let
his fingers trail back down along her pussy, finding
her much more wet then before. Whether or not she
wanted it mentally, her body was enjoying the
attention.
Seeking out her hole with his index and middle fingers,
he slowly pressed them up against it and slid them into
her. Her cunt stretched easily open around his fingers,
the digits quickly sinking into her slippery tunnel,
knuckle by knuckle, until they were buried completely
inside her. Letting his thumb come to rest over her
clit and resume the steady stroking, he began to pump
his fingers back and forth inside her.
As he worked up a smooth rhythm to sliding his fingers
in and out of her hot cunt, he saw her eyes open again.
She just stared straight into his eyes with a terrified
look on her face, as if she herself realized she was
beginning to enjoy what he was doing and that scared
her more then anything. Continuing to thrust his
fingers back and forth within her wet pussy, he tilted
his head back in, this time just gently pressing his
lips against hers.
As his tongue probed back out, he could feel her resist
for a second before she finally opened her lips and let
his tongue slip into her mouth. He felt her body relax
slightly as his tongue began to toy with hers, his
fingers not pausing even for a second as he stroked
them in and out of her, his thumb sliding steadily over
and against her clit all the while.
It didn't take nearly so long this time before her
tongue began to respond to his. He could feel her body
relaxing more and more as they kissed, her pussy
getting wetter and wetter as he fingered her. When he
finally pulled his lips from hers, he could see a
definite change in her expression. There was more
desire there now then fear.
With a smile he drew his fingers out of her hole just
long enough to let his ring finger join the other two
before feeding three fingers back into her horny cunt.
He heard her emit a soft gasp as he sank the fingers
deep into her before resuming a steady in and out
stroking, his thumb picking up the pace in it's
stroking of her clit.
As he continued to finger-fuck her at a nice swift
pace, soft moans began to emit from her throat, her
eyes suddenly looking down, and stopping dead when they
fixed on his cock. He could see her breathing quicken
even more, and she didn't look away, just staring at
his hard stick as he hammered his fingers back and
forth inside her.
Unable to resist the impulse that arose within him as
she gazed at his cock, he suddenly drew his fingers out
of her pussy, his hand sliding up as his other hand
moved down, both grasping the waistband of her panties
and suddenly jerking them downwards. He didn't get them
down her hips very far, but he did draw them down
enough for her pussy to become exposed. "Now... You do
it, mom." He told her softly as he reached out to grasp
her wrist, drawing it down to her crotch to replace his
at her pussy.
Her eyes just flickered back up to his face, a fleeting
hesitation passing through her eyes before she finally
just nodded slightly, three of her own fingers quickly
moving to her hole and sinking inside herself, her eyes
returning to his cock as she began to masturbate.
Slowly he reached out, laying one hand on the back of
her head and beginning to draw it down towards his
cock.
This time she didn't resist, just allowing him to
steadily draw her head further and further down, her
lips parting and then finally opening in acceptance
just before the head of his cock slipped between them,
sliding smoothly into her mouth. He just saw his mom's
eyes once more fall shut as she began to suck his cock,
her fingers working even faster at her pussy as she
allowed another couple inches of her son's hard rod to
slide into her mouth.
For a moment she just held her head there and sucked,
her lips pursed around his cock as her tongue
hesitantly swiped at it in small licks. Then her head
began to move, slowly at first, but gradually picking
up speed, bobbing up and down along his nice big staff.
He could feel her tongue begin twirling around the head
of his cock with every upstroke, before lapping at the
underside of his shaft as her lips slid back down along
his thick rod.
Still she wasn't even getting half the full length of
his cock in her mouth, but she seemed satisfied to suck
the first four inches or so, her free hand reaching in
to grasp the base of his shaft and begin stroking up
and down along in time with the bobbing of her head up
and down on the upper part of his cock.
He could see her fingers working furiously at her pussy
as she sucked her son's big dick, and every now and
then she'd emit a moan, causing her lips to vibrate
against his cock as they slid up and down along the
shaft. Rick just relaxed, profusely enjoying the feel
of his mom's warm wet mouth sliding back and forth
along his cock, and even more so enjoying the sight of
his shaft vanishing in and out of her mouth with the
bobbing of her head. He almost wished he had a video
camera to record the sight, except of course that the
tape wouldn't last past the end of the day.
Almost of their own volition, his hips began to move in
time with the bobbing of his mother's head, drawing
back a bit as she lifted up, his cock sliding smoothly
out from between her lips, until just the head
remained, before humping back upwards as her head moved
down, slipping his hard shaft right back into her
mouth.
"Mmm, that feels so good mom. You're a lot better at
sucking my cock then Rachel." He murmured to her,
telling a lie in the compliment, since he'd never had
Rachel do it, but wanting to see how she'd react.
Once more she flushed a bright red, and her moaning
around his cock actually seemed to become a bit more
frequent, her fingers having slid out of her pussy and
focused on her clit, smearing her juices over the stiff
nubbin of flesh and causing it to glisten in the light
as she quickly began to flicker her fingers back and
forth over it. The bobbing of her head along his hard
staff, and the stroking of the base with her other
hand, both grew quicker, and he could tell she was
getting close.
Suddenly she began to tense, her mouth lifting off his
cock but her hand continuing to quickly slide along his
shaft, her other hand almost a blur over her clit. "Oh
god! Oh fuck! Fuck!" She chanted softly, before
suddenly biting down on her lower lip, muffled groans
escaping her lips as she furiously masturbated, her
hips lifting off the couch as she stroked her horny
clit.
Rick just watched her with glee until she finally began
to calm a bit, her body suddenly collapsing back onto
the couch, the motion of her hands at both her cunt and
his cock gradually slowing, her hand lifting away from
her clit a few seconds later, though her other hand
remained on his cock. Just panting softly, she looked
over at him and met his eyes, before glancing down at
his cock, which was still hard, and then back up at his
face.
"Why don't you get between my legs and suck it some
more, mom?" He murmured with a sly smile as he gestured
to the ground right in front of his position on the
couch. Slowly, still panting, she lifted up off the
couch just enough to kneel on the ground.
He could see a wet spot where her juices had soaked
into the couch, but she didn't seem to notice as she
crawled between his legs, her hand never leaving his
cock. Her head had just began to tilt in towards his
dick when he reached down with one hand to lightly
grasp her chin, stopping her and forcing her to look up
at him. "Uh uh, mom. First you have to ask me to let
you suck it." He told her, the sly smile still on his
face.
"I... I..." His mom nearly whimpered, just staring at
his face, her cheeks once more turning a bit red. He
could see a shadow of hesitation back on her face, but
then her grip suddenly tightened a little on his cock,
her hand pumping back and forth along his hard shaft a
couple more times, and as she did he saw the shadow
pass. "Can I please suck your cock, Rick?" She half-
whispered in an embarrassed way.
"Of course, mom. You can suck it all day long if you
like." He told her with a smile, releasing her chin and
leaning back against the couch.
Still blushing, she tilted her head in the rest of the
way, extending her tongue and giving the head of his
cock a teasing lick before capturing it between her
lips. Slowly, but steadily, she began to press her head
downwards, more and more of his cock vanishing into her
warm wet mouth.
He was slightly surprised when she sucked the fourth
inch in and kept going, her body lifting up a bit so
she could straighten her neck as she tilted her head
downwards, then suddenly he felt the head of his cock
suddenly slip into her throat. Emitting a soft gasp, he
just watched as his mom slid the sixth, and then the
seventh inches of his cock into her mouth and throat.
She paused there for just a second before beginning to
pull back up, not trying for the last couple inches,
but just lifting her head up and off his cock, just
taking a couple deep breaths as she suddenly looked
back up at his face. Blushing once more, she spoke in a
soft voice.. "You're... Rather large, you know." She
murmured, reaching in to slide a single finger along
the underside of his cock.
"Is that a good thing?" he asked, feigning innocence,
just letting his mom tease his dick.
Slowly she nodded, just smiling and sinking back down
from the elevated position she'd been holding herself
in. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, but her
tone carried a note of pleasure, her hand wrapping back
around his cock and beginning to slide up and down
along the length of his hard shaft.
"With my own son..." She whispered softly, before
suddenly tilting her head back in to recapture the head
of his cock in her mouth. She just froze her head
there, her tongue immediately beginning to attack it in
teasing licks, her hand sliding faster and faster back
and forth along his thick stick, pumping him in swift
firm strokes.
Suddenly he found her looking up into his eyes as she
sucked his cock, her hand working faster and faster
along his big shaft as her warm tongue continued to
slide along and over the head of his dick. The erotic
sight, combined with the feel of her mouth and hand
were quickly bringing him to the edge. She seemed to
know it too, because she simply intensified her
sucking, continuing to torment him with her tongue as
she jerked his hard cock.
It only took a few seconds more before his cock
suddenly jerked inside her mouth, beginning to spray
his pearly cum all over her tongue. One of his hands
instinctively reached in to grasp the back and of his
mother's head as more and more of his cum shot into her
warm mouth, his mother gulping down each spurt of his
salty cum in turn, until finally he began to calm.
Slowly he lifted his hand away from her head, his
mother continuing to suck the head of his cock a moment
longer, even though her hand had halted in its motions
along his shaft, before finally she let his shaft slip
from between his lips.
Smiling up at him, her eyes almost twinkling, she just
spoke in a sexy voice. "You like having your own mother
suck your cock, huh?" she asked, having seemingly
somehow got caught up in the naughtiness of it all.
"Well, you better not start expecting it every day
mister..." She said, reaching up with her free hand to
give his stomach a poke with one fingernail, pausing
for dramatic effect before going on. "But I guess once
every now and then couldn't hurt." She told him
teasingly.
"It's not over yet though, mom." He responded slyly,
just watching her. "Don't you think you'd like to have
it in another of your holes before we call it quits?"
She just paused for a second, seeming to consider. "I
suppose I can let you stick this big ol' thing in your
mother's pussy." She murmured softly as she resumed a
gentle stroking of his cock, her eyes showing
excitement every time she said something particularly
naughty. "But only if you promise to be careful at
first and let me adjust. I've never had a cock this
large before, and it's been quite awhile since I gave
birth to you and your sister, so it might take a bit of
getting used to." She told him, her tone suddenly
serious.
"I promise mom." He responded honestly, just smiling at
her. "Why don't we go in your room? I don't think the
couch would be the most comfortable place for it."
"Alright." She responded, smiling once more as she gave
his hard dick a few last strokes before releasing it,
suddenly leaning back and reaching down to pull her
pants and panties down a bit before kicking them off.
Just offering him a little wink, she rose to her feet,
offering him a full view of her cunt, which was
completely bare. His eyes widened a bit as he realized
that she shaved her pussy, but it only made the sight
even more erotic.
He could see her cunt gleaming with wetness as she
turned to begin striding off towards the hall, reaching
down to grasp and begin pulling off her shirt as she
did. With a big grin, he was quick to hop off the couch
and follow, his cock already once more hard as he
studied his mother's naked ass as she walked.
Stepping over her shirt, which she'd dropped on the
ground, he could see her reach back to undo her bra,
letting it slip down her arms and off as well. It
wasn't until she'd moved into the room at the end of
the hall, his parent's room, and over to her bed before
she finally turned around and he got a good look at her
tits. Even at 37, her large breasts were surprisingly
firm, standing proudly on her chest.
Swiftly he turned to shut the door behind them before
shifting his attention back to his mom, who beckoned to
him with one finger. Slowly he walked over to her, his
grin turning devilish, but just before he reached her
she extended her arm to lay her hand on his chest, just
holding him at arm's length as her eyes roved up and
down along his body.
"When did you get so sexy?" She asked him with another
wink, her fingernails lightly trailing over his chest.
"God, my own son, I still can't believe I'm doing
this..." She murmured before trailing off, but the
smile remaining on her face.
"But I'm glad I am. Now, a couple last ground rules
before we get started. First, now that I know about
this," she said, one of her fingers lightly trailing
down over his stomach and down to lightly run along the
base of his cock.
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to resist making use of
it every now and then. But I get to decide when and
where, ok? We can't go making this too regular a thing,
much as I'd like to." She informed him, her eyes
suddenly meeting his.
"And secondly, you can't tell anyone about this. I
don't want your father to find out about it, much less
anyone else. So before you can stick that in here..."
She said, making sure she had his attention before her
free hand suddenly slid down between her own legs, one
of her fingers sliding lightly back and forth along the
lips of her wet pussy as the finger of her other hand
continued to run along his cock.
"You're going to have to swear to me that it'll just be
between us."
It was both frustrating and almost funny for him to
have to listen to her waste time talking about things
that were only relevant in a future tense, when he knew
quite well there would be no future. But, it was better
then trying to put in the effort for even more mental
commands, so he just played along. "You have my word,
mom. I won't tell anyone." He told her solemnly, trying
to sound as serious as possible.
"Good. In that case..." She replied, her head suddenly
tilting in to deliver a quick but hungry kiss to his
lips before she suddenly turned, her hand leaving his
cock as she walked around to the edge of the bed,
climbing up onto it and moving over to the middle
before stretching out on her back. "I'm all yours."
Rick just smiled as he strode around to the side she
had, surveying her naked body as he moved. Firm body,
smooth skin, a gorgeous face, large full breasts, and a
very pretty pussy. A guy couldn't ask for much more.
Very slowly he climbed up onto the bed, his mother
watching in anticipation as he crawled on all fours
over to her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before
his head suddenly tilted in to her right breast,
capturing her already hard nipple between his lips.
As he began to softly suck on it, he could feel his
mother begin to run her fingers through his hair, and
he heard her emit a soft groan. "Rick, don't tease
me..." She murmured softly, but there didn't seem to be
much conviction behind it.
After awhile he began to swirl his tongue around her
stiff nipple, a little later switching to a quick firm
fluttering of his tongue back and forth over it in very
swift licks, even letting his teeth graze ever so
slightly against it a couple times, just testing and
trying a variety of things, listening to his mother's
moans to determine which she seemed to like more then
others.
Finally he let her nipple slip from his lips, his head
lifting up as he maneuvered his body in over hers, both
hands reaching down to cup her large breasts, his eyes
remaining on her face though. "Why don't you guide me
into you, mom?" He asked slyly, his hips moving in but
stopping with his hard cock hovering about an inch from
her pussy, his hands very softly squeezing her tits as
he waited.
Wordlessly she just reached between them, grasping his
big cock and slowly guiding it in until the head of his
cock brushed against the lips of her pussy, his mother
sliding the head of his cock up and down along her hot
cunt for a few seconds to get it wet with her juices
before she finally positioned it against her hole.
"Go slow." She warned him as his hips began to drive
forward, her pussy suddenly stretching open as the head
of his thick shaft sank into her, a gasp escaping her
lips as her hand left his cock, both hands moving to
the covers to either side of her and clenching them
tightly as he drove his hard cock slowly inch by inch
into his mother's wet and waiting cunt.
He just watched as his long staff vanished steadily
into his mother's pussy, her hot wet tunnel wrapped
snuggly around his rod as he drove more and more of it
into her, his mother letting out a few more gasps with
the last few inches, before finally his balls came to
rest against her ass. He just paused there, resting
with his thick dick buried to the hilt inside his
mother's hot wet hole. "Ready?" he asked, just holding
still for a few seconds.
Finally at her nod, he began to slowly draw his hips
back, sliding about half of his cock out of her before
smoothly sliding it back in, keeping his strokes slow
at first but steadily increasing the pace and the
length of his strokes as time passed.
For the first several strokes he could see her just
taking long deep breaths as he worked his hard cock
back and forth inside her, but her breathing swiftly
grew quicker, turning into almost pants as he really
began to pick the pace up, steadily sawing his thick
shaft back and forth inside her.
"Mmmm, it feels so good, Rick." She gasped, before
letting out a long soft moan. Her cunt wasn't as tight
as Jenn's or his teacher's had been, but it still felt
extremely good as it enveloped his cock on every inward
stroke.
Finally he released her breasts, reaching over to plant
his hands to either side of her and steady himself.
Holding himself up over her, he just stared down into
her eyes as he pounded his large stick in and out of
her hot wet pussy faster and faster.
When she saw him staring into her eyes, she quickly bit
her lip and closed them, seemingly embarrassed, but her
embarrassment only seemed to cause the soft moans
emitting from her throat to grow more frequent. He
could feel his balls slapping smoothly against his
mother's ass with every in stroke as he hammered his
thick rod swiftly in and out of her.
As he fucked his mom hard and fast, he felt a vague
sense of accomplishment. It was something he'd never
thought he'd manage to do. Yet her warm velvety cunt
was wrapped snuggly around his hard cock just the same.
Rhythmically he drove his hips back and forth, fucking
her with swift forceful strokes, her legs suddenly
wrapping themselves around his hips as he pounded his
long staff in and out of her slippery hole. Her face
was flushed and he could hear her moans growing
steadily louder, his pelvic bone grinding against her
clit every time he slammed his cock home inside her,
before he'd quickly pull it almost all the way out of
her, his shaft slick with her juices, and then sink it
right back into her.
After awhile he quickly tilted his head in, his tongue
snaking out to begin lapping at the front of his
mother's throat as he fucked her, driving his hard cock
back and forth inside her with long hard strokes. And
finally he felt her cunt begin to convulse around his
cock, the inner walls of her velvety tunnel
rhythmically spasming around his large shaft as he
hammered it deeply in and out of her.
Once more he could hear her moans suddenly become
muffled, as if she was biting her lip to hold them
back, but he didn't lift his head to check, he just
fucked her harder and faster as he could feel his
mother cum around his cock.
Finally he could feel her begin to calm, but he wasn't
done yet. Lifting his head back up, closing his eyes,
and steadying himself as much as he could, he just
kicked it into overdrive, beginning to work his hips as
fast as he could make them move and really slamming his
cock in and out of his mother's wet pussy.
The feeling of her slick tunnel around his thick rod
was indescribable, and he could feel his own pleasure
slowly but steadily begin to build as he pounded his
hard shaft back and forth inside her. It was only
several seconds later that he felt his cock finally
jerk inside her, his thick cum beginning to shoot into
her hot cunt in long jets. His pumping became slightly
erratic as more and more of his cum sprayed inside her,
but eventually he too began to calm.
***
It was several hours later that Jenny walked in on
them. Rick had sort of lost track of time after awhile.
He and his mother had spent nearly six hours fucking
and sucking, with the occasional short break. It was
actually during the first long break that she found
them. He and his mother were laying on her bed,
completely naked, and he was watching the TV his
parents had in their room. His mother was sleeping
beside him. She'd fallen asleep a couple hours before
while they rested, though he didn't think she intended
to.
He was content to let her sleep, though. She could use
the rest, he was sure. Had she been awake, she might've
thought to check the clock and realize that Jenny would
be home soon, but Rick was too caught up in the movie
he was watching, and didn't pay attention. So he was
rather surprised then when his sister suddenly walked
into the room.
"Mom, you were supposed to pick me...." Jenny started
as she walked in, before her eyes finally settled on
the two of them on the bed, and she froze. She just
stood there, unmoving and unblinking for a full fifteen
seconds before her jaw even dropped. It seemed to be
trying to work and say something, but nothing was
coming out, and it just made his sister look like a
stranded fish out of water. Finally she suddenly turned
without managing a single word and literally ran out of
the room.
Sighing to himself, Rick carefully extracted himself
from the bed without waking his mother and headed after
his sister. Not bothering to put on clothes, he just
headed out of the room and down the hall. His sister's
door was closed, meaning she was exactly where he
expected her to be.
She hadn't had time to think to go anywhere else.
Luckily for him her door wasn't locked, and as he
opened it, he spotted her sitting on the edge of her
bed. She looked up as the door opened, but he hit her
with a 'Don't move' before she could do anything. This
was going to take a bit of work, but he had time, and
she certainly wasn't going anywhere... Not anymore, at
least.
***
A few hours later, his sister was naked on her parent's
bed, on her hands and knees between their mother's
widespread thighs with her head tilted in to lap at the
exposed pussy before her while Rick pounded his thick
cock in and out of her tight young cunt from behind.
It had taken a fair bit of work with the commands to
get his sister willing, and then even more on his
mother to get her to accept his sister's joining them
as well, but finally he had pulled it off, and he was
very much enjoying reaping the benefits of his hard
work. He'd spent a bit of time with his sister in the
shower before finally bringing her in and having her
wait while he worked on their mother, and that in and
of itself had been pretty fun. He had had to bust her
cherry a second time, but he didn't mind.
He could hear his mother softly chanting his sister's
name as she ran her fingers through the girl's hair.
And he could feel just how much tighter his sister's
pussy was around his cock then his mom's had been as he
screwed it back and forth inside her. It was then that
someone walked in on them for the second time that day,
and this time was much less pleasant.
It was when Rick heard something hit the floor that he
suddenly swiveled his head around to look towards the
door, and there was his father, standing there, looking
on in shock, briefcase on the floor beside him. But in
far less time then it had taken Jenny to react he
suddenly saw the man's features tighten in anger. Rick
really didn't feel like fucking dealing with this now
though. He'd put a heck of a lot of effort into getting
his mother and sister into this position, and he'd be
damned if he was going to let it slip out of his grasp.
"We're kind of busy here." He told his father in a
cold, calm voice as he slid his cock out of Jenny's
pussy so he could fully turn to face the guy. "Why
don't you get the fuck out and come back later?" he
demanded. It was when he spoke that Jenny lifted her
head to turn and look.
His mother saw their uninvited guest before Jenny did,
but they both let out almost identical shrieks within a
second of each other. His father's face on the other
hand simply went from anger to rage as he began to
stalk towards the bed. Getting kind of fed up himself,
Rick slid off the bed and to his feet to stand and face
him. Rick was about ready to shove the first mental
command into his dad's head to literally force the guy
out, when he suddenly noticed his father's clenched
fist. It caused him to pause for the remaining couple
seconds it took his dad to close on him and swing.
Rick wasn't sure exactly how he managed to react the
way he did, because he'd never had any kind of
training, but his hand shot out and easily caught his
father's inner arm long before the man's fist even came
near him. And that was when he felt the rage start to
build up inside him. It was icy cold, but furious in
strength. His father had just tried to hit him.
Regardless of the fucking situation, no one tried to
hit him. Not his father, not anyone. Rick didn't
tolerate being hit, nor attempts to do so. With a girl
he'd at least offer a fair warning before he started
hitting back, but a guy deserved no such mercy. He
could feel the rage building at an unbelievably swift
pace inside him, quickly seizing control. All thought
vanished from his head, and only one idea was clear.
The object of his anger was standing before him,
vulnerable. That was all Rick needed to know.
Without thought he lashed out with his right hand,
knuckles clenched but not into a fist. Rather with the
middle knuckle extended forward, and his middle and
ring fingers extended beyond the others. With all the
force he could muster he drove his knuckles straight
into the center of his father's throat in a vertical
blow. He could hear air suddenly escaping his father's
mouth, and then nothing.
He realized his other hand had already released the
man's arm, and his father was stumbling backwards,
clutching his throat. He seemed to be trying to draw in
air, but was having quite a bit of difficulty doing so.
Rick already knew precisely what happened. He didn't
know how he knew, nor how he'd known how to do it, but
his father's larynx was crushed. The man had about as
long to live as the air in his lungs lasted, because he
wasn't getting any more.
He could feel the rage slowly begin to leave him, but
nothing seemed to be taking it's place. Not sadness,
not regret, nothing. "See what happens? All because you
couldn't mind your own fucking business," he told his
father coldly, watching as the man struggled, with eyes
wide and near wild.
With every second his father couldn't get air, the man
began to become more and more desperate. After awhile
of trying he finally started to stumble towards Rick,
but several feet before he reached him he dropped to
his knees, literally clawing at his throat. He could
hear his mother and sister screaming on the bed, but it
didn't matter to him anymore.
"Consider yourself lucky. Tomorrow, you won't even
remember this happened." He spat out at his father. He
barely even noticed the woman and girl rushing off the
bed to try and help his father until they were beside
the man. But there was nothing they could do for him.
It wasn't much longer before his father collapsed and
went still. He wasn't dead yet. He'd just passed out.
But he'd be dead soon. Without looking back Rick strode
past them, out of the room, down the hall to the front
door, and out of the house. It didn't matter to him
that he didn't have clothes on. Not much did matter to
him any more.
***
Walking outside into the cool night air, he began to
feel surprised just how little he felt. He'd just
killed his own father, but there was no remorse in him.
After all, the guy would just be alive again tomorrow
anyways. But did the fact that his death wasn't
permanent really make it alright to commit murder? It
didn't seem like it should, but he still couldn't bring
himself to feel sorry for what he did. His father had
tried to hit him, and Rick didn't tolerate anyone
attempting to strike him. Normally he wouldn't kill in
retaliation, but when it didn't matter what he did
anyways, what was the point to doing anything else
instead?
It was just so frustrating. The feeling that nothing
you thought, nothing you felt, nothing you did
mattered. What did it matter what you did, if it had no
meaning? So he'd tried to focus on at least getting
some fun out of it, and his dad had gotten in the way
of that, so he'd dealt with him. Why should he care if
anyone else lived or died in this place? It wasn't like
they were going to stay dead very long. He sure as hell
wasn't going to get any more fun out of this night,
though, now that his mother and sister had seen. In
fact, he vaguely wondered if they might not be the ones
to kill him, this time around.
Delivering an idle kick to the grass, Rick clenched his
teeth together. He just wanted out. Was that so much to
ask? What had he ever done to get put in this place in
the first place? Why couldn't he just go back to his
old life, to a normal world, where time went on from
day to day like it was supposed to? He wouldn't have to
hurt anyone, he wouldn't have to do anything he
shouldn't, he could just live again. He could be...
Himself again. It had been awhile since he really felt
like himself. The him that was standing there almost
felt alien to him.
How could he get out? If Max and Leon had really put
him there, then there had to be some way out. But what?
What could he possibly do to escape the unending cycle
he'd been locked into?
Tilting his head back to gaze up at the sky, Rick was
surprised to see an unusually bright star in the skies
above, much larger then any star he'd ever seen before.
Amazingly, as he watched, it seemed to slowly but
steadily grow bigger, taking up more and more of his
vision, and the longer he watched the faster it grew.
Finally he realized what it was, and he knew what was
going to happen.
With a sigh he closed his eyes, but he could see the
brightness even through his eyelids, and he could see
it growing brighter and brighter. As he waited for it
to strike, he let his thoughts drift, and for a brief
moment he wasn't even sure if he wanted to wake up the
next morning, if he had to live through the same day
yet again. Quickly this thought faded, though, and it
was only seconds later that the meteor finally struck.
There was no pain, just a sudden impact, and then
darkness.
***
Once more he was floating through the haze, and once
more the voices were speaking.
"A meteor? You're joking, right?" the voice asked,
sounding genuinely surprised.
"What, jealous?" The other voice queried.
"You've got to be kidding me. Jealous of that? I mean
it's just... Ridiculous."
"It's better then rattlesnakes."
"Hey, at least the rattlesnakes happen from time to
time. Getting hit by a meteor is a one in a billion
sort of thing. I mean, first the skater, and now this?
Fine, you want to see a really outrageous way to die?
Then when the time comes around this next day, just
watch. I'll give you one you'll have a hell of a time
topping."
"Really? Alright, now I'm interested. Let's see what
you can do."
"Just you wait."
When the yank came this time, Rick was ready.
***
School had just ended. Rick had gone again, though he
wasn't sure quite why he'd gone. It wasn't like he paid
much attention in the classes anyways. All the teachers
ever taught was exactly what they'd taught him the last
several days before, and he already more then had the
material down. And he wasn't sure it was to think,
because he didn't really do much of that either. He
just sat and, sort of drifted. Without thinking. It was
easier that way. He still didn't feel regret for what
he'd done the night before, but that was what worried
him. He should feel something, but much as he tried, it
just wasn't there.
Near the end of the day Rick had decided to talk to
Rachel. To try and tell her everything. Even if she
didn't believe him, even if she couldn't give him
advice.. He needed to talk to someone. And there was
always the vague hope that maybe she could actually
help him. Their last classes were at different ends of
the school, and while Rick usually parked in the main
parking lot with most everyone else, Rachel tended to
grab one of the few parking spots at the other end of
the school when she could.
At that moment Rick was hurrying around to her end of
the school, trying to catch up with her before she
left. And just as he turned the corner to the place she
usually parked, he stopped dead. Rachel was standing
next to her car, talking to someone already. It only
took Rick a moment to identify the guy as Jason Hayes,
another senior. In fact, Rick was reasonably sure that
was Jason's car parked next to Rachel's. Jason was
holding something in his hands and talking animatedly
to Rachel as he showed it to her, but Rick couldn't get
a clear look at what it was.
He knew he should probably just walk over there, but he
was struck by an odd curiosity as he watched them, even
backing up and to the side a couple steps to take
partial cover behind the building so they wouldn't see
him. About a moment later, Rachel finally got into her
car, with Jason following suit and getting into his,
and both of them drove off in the same direction. Rick
just watched in silence for a couple seconds before
turning to begin heading back around the building to
the parking lot and his own car. He had a vague idea of
where they were going from the direction they took, and
he wanted to check for himself.
***
As Rick neared Rachel's house, he could see her and
Jason's car both in her driveway. So he'd been right.
Not pulling into her driveway but instead driving past
so as not to arouse suspicion, Rick just pulled into an
empty driveway several houses down. Really he could
care less if the owner came home and found his drive
blocked. Rick just slipped out of his car and began to
walk back towards Rachel's house, feeling strangely
calm. For all the possibilities he could probably
imagine if he tried, there were almost no thoughts in
his head. Much as there had been next to none for most
of the day leading up to that point.
Striding silently down her driveway and up to her front
door, he tried the doorknob and found it unlocked.
Well, that made things easier. Taking a deep breath, he
opened it and stepped inside, closing it silently
behind him. He could hear voices speaking in a room
down the hall. Rachel's room. With a sudden knot in his
stomach, Rick walked down the hall, careful not to make
any noise that might give his presence away. He paused
just before he reached the open doorway to her room,
listening to the now clear voices within.
"You wouldn't do that. You couldn't." He heard Rachel's
voice say, sounding more disbelieving then certain,
though.
"You can bet your ass I could, and would. Heck, if I
was willing to go through the trouble of getting the
pictures taken, what makes you think I wouldn't be
perfectly willing to give them to the entire student
body?" That was Jason's voice, speaking in a
contemptuous tone.
"No you wouldn't. Because if you did, I could sue your
ass. You took those pictures on private property
without my permission. That's invasion of privacy. If
you give those to anyone, I can call the cops."
"Sure, you could. But then, every single person at our
school will have seen them. I'm sure all the guys will
immensely enjoy them. And believe me, with that many
copies being circulated, I'm sure someone will wind up
putting them on the internet. And then who knows how
many guys will see them. Not only will you not be able
to go back to school without every guy there leering at
you, but you'll never be able to go to another place in
your life without wondering what some guy looking at
you might mean, without wondering if maybe he saw them
too.
"Now, with a good lawyer, even if you came after me,
there's a chance I could get off. And even if I got
convicted, the potential sentence isn't harsh enough to
deter me. Even if you won a civil suit, is all that...
Publicity, worth it? I mean, I'm willing to take my
chances in court, if it comes to it. But are you
willing to deal with the effects of those pictures
being out in the open for the rest of your life? When
we could settle it all right here, right now, without
anyone ever knowing?"
There was a pause for a time, and then finally, "What
do you want?" Rachel asked softly.
"I already told you what I want." Jason responded
steadily. "I managed to get pictures of you while you
were masturbating, but now I want to see the real
thing. Up close and in person. So I want you to
undress, where I can see, and play with yourself."
There was another long pause, before.. "And if I do
that, you'll give me the negatives?"
"That's the deal. So it's your decision, Rachel. You
can have ten minutes of discomfort now. Or you can deal
with embarrassment for the rest of your life." Jason
told her, his voice almost dripping confidence.
"If I do this, I'm going to want you at least ten feet
away from me at all times.. Is that clear?" she finally
asked quietly.
"Sure, whatever you say." Jason responded triumphantly.
"And you... You'll never tell anyone about this? And I
mean, no one..?" She said, her tone carrying a note of
fear.
"You have my word."
"Like I can trust that." She spat scornfully.
"Hey, what other choice do you have?" he queried.
There was one last pause, and then.. "I fucking hate
you." Rachel's voice stated, but it was accompanied by
the rustling of clothes.
Still feeling that knot in his stomach, Rick
considered. Intellectually, he again knew that he
should march right into the room and stop what was
happening, but he was struck by the knowledge that this
had already happened multiple times before. And that,
even if he stopped it today, unless he came along every
day, it would happen again in the future. And he wanted
to know exactly what had happened, and would happen.
Because, if he ever got out of the freaking trap he'd
been stuck into, it would be knowledge he'd want to
have in the real world. If what he thought was going to
happen did happen, then that meant it had really
happened, during the real day. And he just couldn't
bring himself to walk away without knowing for sure.
Carefully he peeked his head around the corner of the
door just enough to see into the room. Jason had wound
up sitting in a chair to the right side of the room,
and Rachel was standing next to the side of her bed,
working to undo her jeans. Her shirt was already off,
leaving her breasts encased only by a simple white bra.
Neither was looking his way, but he was still careful
to keep as little of his head visible as possible. But
after a few seconds he realized that that just wouldn't
work.
It wouldn't take much for one of them to catch a
glimpse of him out of the corner of their eye, and that
would make things difficult. After a bit more thought,
deciding he didn't have much other option, he sent into
their heads a few times each that they couldn't see him
at the door. Which wouldn't hold if he were to enter
the room, but should work fine so long as he didn't
cross the threshold. Then once he was sure they were in
place, he gave up on trying to hide and just stepped
out in front of the door so he could get an open and
far better view.
By now, Rachel had already managed to pull off her
jeans, and was just standing by her bed in nothing but
her underwear, glaring at Jason, who was tapping his
fingers on the side of the chair expectantly. For a
moment Rachel didn't make any other movement, but
finally she just reluctantly reached behind her, her
hands moving to unhook her bra.
Rick felt a sudden surge of jealousy as she did. Even
though technically he was going to see Rachel's tits at
the same time Jason did, he was bothered by the idea
that Jason had gotten to see them even before he ever
had, since this had happened during the days before. In
theory those days didn't happen any earlier then this
one, since the exact same time period was repeating,
but that still didn't change his feelings about it.
As she slid the bra down her arms and off and her
breasts came into view, he could see Jason smile.
Rachel did have nice tits, Rick noted. Not as nice as
his mother's or teacher's had been, but still nice
enough, and quite firm. Rachel didn't hesitate this
time before reaching down to begin sliding her panties
down her legs, causing her pussy to become exposed. Her
pubic hair had the same fine red coloring as her head,
which didn't really surprise him. He'd always known she
was a natural red-head. Still, he should have felt more
excited then he did, after all, he was seeing his
girlfriend naked for the first time, even if she wasn't
naked for him. But his mixed emotions brought about an
almost clinical-feel to his appraisal of her body.
With another glare shot Jason's way she sat down on the
edge of her bed, facing him, and parted her legs a bit.
While this didn't offer Rick the best possible angle
for watching, it did at least still give him a partial
view of her cunt as she moved one hand down between her
legs. Her hand paused as it hovered an inch above her
pussy, but only for a second before she finally moved
her index and ring fingers in, using them to gently
part the lips of her cunt and expose the pink gash
within, before her middle finger slid between them,
settling over her clit and beginning to slide back and
forth over it.
For a moment she just teased her clit, her body showing
no real reaction to the stimulus, but finally she
brought her other hand in. Her left hand moved up a bit
more, her index finger joining her middle finger at her
clit as her right hand moved in to press the tip of her
middle finger against the entrance to her cunt, her
hole swiftly stretching open around it as the finger
began to sink smoothly into her. She quickly settled
into a steady rhythm of pumping the finger back and
forth inside her as the fingers of her other hand
played with her stiff button, and Rick could faintly
see her cunt begin to gleam with wetness as she
masturbated.
Jason was watching intently from off to the side, and
Rachel began to become a bit flushed the more she
worked the finger back and forth within her wettening
pussy, her left hand steadily speeding up in the quick
motions of her fingers back and forth across her clit.
After awhile she finally added her right index finger
to her middle one, plunging both of them into her pussy
and swiftly building the pace back up of working them
in and out of herself. For a few long minutes she
fingered herself, her breath becoming shorter and her
cunt beginning to really glisten with her juices as
time passed, before suddenly Jason rose to his feet.
As he began to walk towards her, Rachel's hands
suddenly froze, and then just as quickly she was
slipping her fingers out of her cunt to fling both
hands up in warding. "Hey, we agreed. The deal was you
don't come any closer then ten feet." She told him.
"Yeah, and I watch you masturbate, and in exchange you
get the negatives, I know." Jason said, not hesitating
even for a second before reaching out to pull a small
box out of his back pocket, tossing it onto her bed.
"There you go, the negatives you wanted. But..." He
said, the smile once more spreading over his face.
"I guess I forgot to mention that I already scanned
well... Almost all of the pictures onto my computer at
home. So the negatives don't really help you that much.
Sorry." He told her, offering a little shrug. "But, if
you'd be willing to say, let me put something a lot
larger and more personal into that pussy of yours then
your fingers, well... I'd be willing to destroy every
copy of the pictures that I possess, including the ones
on my computer." He finished.
Rachel just stared at him, and Rick could see a mixture
of both shock and rage on her face. "You want me to let
you fuck me?" she finally demanded in a near hiss, her
expression incredulous.
"Well, to put it simply... Yeah, that's pretty much
it." Jason responded steadily.
"You lying cheating fucking prick. You can go fuck
yourself. Get out of my room, and my house. There's no
way I'm having sex with you." Rachel spat out.
"Lying? Cheating?" Jason asked, looking amused. "How? I
said I'd give you the negatives, and I have. I never
agreed to anything else. Perhaps my methods were just a
bit dishonest in letting the implication stand, but
all's fair in blackmail I'm afraid. Now, if you want me
to get out, I will. But the first thing I'll be doing
is going back to my house so I can distribute those
pictures to as many people as I possibly can." Jason
stated calmly.
"Fine, do what you want. But get the fuck out. Because
the first thing I'm going to do is call the fucking
cops. You think you can handle court? You're welcome to
try." Rachel told him icily.
Jason just shrugged, beginning to walk very very slowly
to the door, talking as he went. "Of course, as soon as
I've got the pictures out on the internet, the first
thing I'll be doing is printing out a few more copies
and taking them over to Rick." He said, pausing a bit
from the door and speaking over his shoulder.
"I'm sure he'll be shocked, and he'll probably want to
try to and kick my ass, but I'll just explain to him
that I had nothing to do with their taking. That I
simply found them on the internet, recognized you, and
figured he had a right to know, being your boyfriend
and all. Of course, you can try and explain your side
of it to him. But there's no telling how much trust
he'll have left in you by then. It'll probably wind up
tearing your relationship apart, one way or another."
He told her, before resuming his walk the last few
steps for the door.
Rick had just about decided just to slug the
sonofabitch as soon as he reached the threshold, but
Rachel spoke before he got there. "Wait." she said
softly. Jason paused, just a couple feet from getting
knocked on his ass, and Rick could see the look of
victory in his eyes. Jason had just won, and he knew
he'd won.
Very slowly, Jason turned back to face Rachel. "Wait?"
he repeated. "Wait what?"
"You'd really do it, wouldn't you?" she asked
pitifully, though it didn't look like she needed an
answer. "Hurt him.. Try and break us and up.. No matter
how we might feel about each other... No matter how
much I might care about him.. Just because you didn't
get your way..." She said, bowing her head.
For his part, Jason didn't look moved in the slightest.
"Yeah, I'd do it. Without thinking twice. Sorry, that's
just the way I am." He responded, though he didn't seem
very sorry.
"Why.... Why can't I just give you something else?" she
finally questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Anything else. Anything I have, just name it... Why
does it have to be this?"
"Because this is the only thing you have that I want."
He stated.
"Look..." Rachel said softly, seemingly trying to keep
her voice level though her body was trembling a bit.
"I'm a virgin. Now I know that may not mean much to
you, but it means a heck of a lot to me... So can't I
just... Just... Take care of you with my mouth or hands
or something? Whatever you want.." She said, defeat in
her tone. "Just, not that. Please?"
"It's a tempting offer but... Nope, I'm afraid not."
Jason told her, taking a few steps further back into
the room, and Rick taking one step to the side to get a
better view of the both of them. "I'll enjoy popping
your cherry though, if that's any consolation to you."
Jason continued, a smirk spreading over his face.
"I'm afraid you won't get the pleasure." Rachel said,
her voice a mixture of so many emotions even Rick had
trouble deciphering them all. "My hymen got broken by a
riding accident when I was a kid."
Jason looked doubtful as he watched her. "If you say
so. I don't really care enough about it to argue the
point. Either way, I'm sure your pussy will be more
then tight enough for my liking." He said, still
smirking.
She just bowed her head, not moving for several long
seconds before finally speaking. "Fuck you." She told
Jason in a trembling voice. "Fine... But I'm going to
hate you for the rest of my life."
"That's fine. I have absolutely no problem with that."
Jason responded, just shrugging. "Hate me all you like.
Now... Turn around and bed over the bed, if you would."
He told her with a smirk. Slowly, defeatedly, she did
as he requested, turning around and leaning forward
over the bed. "And spread your legs a bit." Jason added
almost as an afterthought. Reluctantly, Rachel spread
her legs just enough for her red-haired pussy to become
clearly exposed, the lips of her cunt still faintly
gleaming from her earlier juices.
Still smirking, Jason reached down, quickly grasping
his shirt and drawing it up over his head. Dropping it
to the floor in front of him, his hands reached in to
begin undoing his pants. In no time he had them
unbuttoned and unzipped and was working them and his
boxers down his legs, bringing his hard cock into view.
Jason was one of only two guys Rick had ever seen in
the locker room who was larger then him. He'd never
seen the guy hard, but seeing it now he guessed Jason
was probably about an inch longer then him and just a
hair thicker. He felt a sudden icy feeling clench deep
in his gut as Jason approached his girlfriend. And
then, hatred.
Rick wasn't sure exactly who he hated. Jason for
blackmailing his girlfriend into this. Rachel for
letting him, and agreeing to his terms. Himself for not
interfering. Perhaps all of the above and more. Perhaps
he hated everyone and everything. He wasn't sure
anymore. As Jason came up behind Rachel and reached
down to guide his cock in, Rick shut his eyes. He
didn't want to see this.
"Ow!" He heard Rachel suddenly say after a few seconds.
"It fucking hurts! It's too big. Take it out."
"Stop complaining, I haven't even got half of it in you
yet." Jason's voice responded. "Just give it a little
time, you'll get used to it."
Rick just clenched his fists as he listened, not
opening his eyes. He could hear Rachel grunting in
pain, could hear the sound of skin hitting skin when
Jason's hips and thighs began to rhythmically meet
hers. It only took about a minute though until her
noises took on a different tone altogether. By the time
Rick opened his eyes again, Rachel was moaning. He
didn't have a great view, but he could still faintly
see Jason's thick cock as it vanished in and out of
Rachel's cunt. Her hips were even moving to meet his
with every stroke as he fucked her. And then Rachel let
out a little whimper in between moans that struck
something in Rick's memory.
It took him a second to figure it out, but then he
recalled his phone call to her, back on the day before
the cycle had started. He remembered hearing her
whimper in exactly the same way, but saying she stubbed
her toe. He could also remember her panting quite a bit
while she talked... At least now he knew what she'd
really been doing while she was on the phone with him.
As Rick watched Jason pound his large thick cock in and
out of Rachel's pussy, an idea began to form in his
head. His hands began to steadily release and clench
again as he listened to Rachel moan like a fucking slut
while Jason screwed her. It occurred to him how
hypocritical was for him to be so angry now after all
the sex he'd had with other people lately, yet his rage
continued to mount.
After all, this was different. She'd been fucking
someone else during the real day. He'd just been doing
it because he knew the days he did it in were
meaningless. And the sight of the lips of his
girlfriend's pussy wrapped around that asshole's dick
was enough to make him want to put his fist through a
wall. As the idea finally took shape and settled in his
mind, it seemed right somehow.
Slowly, he turned away from the door to Rachel's room
and began walking down the hall towards her parent's
room. Staying as silent as he could he slowly pushed
the door, which had already been open a crack, all the
way in. Striding carefully into the room and over to
the desk beside her parent's room, he reached down to
slowly pull the top drawer open, revealing the pistol
within.
Rick just smiled. He'd known Rachel's father kept it
there, and now he had a use for it. Reaching in, he
lifted it out of the drawer and clicked the safety off,
before turning to stride back out of the room and
toward Rachel's.
As he stepped through the threshold of Rachel's room,
bypassing the limits of the commands he himself had set
them, they still didn't notice him. They weren't
looking his way, and they were far too occupied in what
they were doing to take notice. As Rick strode over and
up alongside Jason, leveling the gun at the other boy's
head, he could see Jason suddenly catch sight of him
out of the corner of his eye.
The boy's head quickly turned to face him, and he
froze. He'd been on an outstroke, and only a little
more then the head of his cock remained inside Rachel's
pussy. Which, when he suddenly came to a halt, agitated
Rachel, who suddenly looked back over her shoulder and
then suddenly froze herself. Rachel just looked
horrified, but Rick could clearly see the color drain
from Jason's face as he stared down the barrel of the
gun. Rick knew what had to be going through the guy's
head.
Just as Jason opened his mouth to say something, Rick
pulled the trigger. The sound was far louder then he'd
expected, but it was satisfying for him somehow. As was
the sight of part of Jason's brains splattering over
the far wall along with a spray of blood.
For a second Jason's body seemed to almost hover in
place, and then it collapsed backwards and to the side,
causing what portion of the dead guy's cock that had
remained inside of Rachel to swiftly slide out. He
heard Rachel scream, and that too somehow satisfied
something twisted inside him.
With a weird smile on his face, he turned just enough
to point the gun at his girlfriend, who had already
hurriedly turned enough to put her back to the bed. She
was staring at him with wide eyes. "Rick...." She
whispered. "Rick.... I'm sorry.... It wasn't my fault..
I know how it looked.. But he made me.. I didn't have a
choice.." She managed to get out in a choked voice,
looking on the verge of crying. "Please... Please don't
do this." She said as the first tear began to trickle
down her cheek.
He was actually surprised when something clenched
deep inside him. A feeling of sadness.. Enough to cause
the smile to disappear from his face. He didn't like
seeing her like this, seeing her crying. Even now. He
didn't want her to hurt. But it changed nothing. He
couldn't and wouldn't let it. He had to do this. "I
know exactly what happened, Rachel." He said softly. "I
saw everything."
"You did?" she asked in a small voice, sounding
shocked, the tears still flowing slowly from her eyes
down over her cheeks... "But.. But why..." He didn't
give her a chance to finish. He pulled the trigger. The
sound of the gun firing shook something inside him, and
as Rachel's lifeless body collapsed onto the bed, he
just stared at her remains for a long moment, not
moving.
"Goodbye, Rachel." He finally whispered softly, before
turning to begin walking towards the front door of the
house.
***
Rick stepped out of the house, gun in hand, feeling
even more empty now then he had earlier in the day. He
wasn't given much chance to ponder the situation, when
he suddenly heard shouting from off to his right.
"FLUFFY! COME BACK HERE! FLUFFY! BAD BEAR!" the voice
shouted. Rick started at the sound, but quickly lost
interest as he heard the words.. That is, until the
word 'bear' registered. Quickly spinning to look to the
right, he could see a guy some distance off dressed in
what looked like some kind of circus outfit. And not
far from him, charging in Rick's direction, was a large
brown furry animal. Rick paused for a split second and
just stared, then idly he raised the gun and took aim
right between the bear's eyes. He didn't expect to
manage to hit it on the first shot, but he figured he'd
have several tries before the bear reached him. Holding
his hand steady, he pulled the trigger.
CLICK!
Rick froze, his eyes shifting to the gun, a slightly
nervous feeling growing inside him. Giving the gun a
quick shake, he once more aimed it right between the
bear's eyes and again squeezed the trigger.
CLICK!
Annoyed now, Rick quickly aimed off to the side at the
grass, all the while keeping an eye on the rather large
bear, who was closing on him at a surprisingly fast
pace. Once more Rick pulled the trigger.
BLAM!
The noise was deafening, but didn't give the bear any
pause, if anything it seemed to egg the animal on.
Swiftly switching his aim back to the bear, Rick gave
pulling the trigger another try.
CLICK!
"Mother fucking piece of shit." He spat at the gun,
before just tossing it to the side. Rising up to his
full height, he stared the charging bear straight in
the eye, raised his right hand, and flipped the animal
the bird. "COME EAT THIS YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" he shouted
at the bear. That seemed to be precisely what the bear
had in mind, as the animal only seemed to move even
faster towards him. Rick knew he only had a few seconds
left before it reached him.
Taking up a fighting stance, Rick knew quite well he
was going to die. Even if he ran, the bear was faster,
he'd already seen that. So before he died, he was going
to show the dumb fucking thing who was boss. Rick
carefully timed his attack, waiting until the bear was
closing the last couple yards before suddenly lashing
out with his right fist, so that his hand and the bear
practically rushed into each other, his clenched
fingers slamming into the bear's nose. Having gotten in
one good hit, Rick was satisfied, even as the bear
suddenly reared up, letting out a roar full of more
anger then pain. Then the bear fell on him, and that
was that.
***
"Alright... Let me get this straight. He was mauled to
death by a circus bear named Fluffy?" one of the voices
was asking as Rick floated in the haze.
"Yeah, that's about it." The other voice confirmed.
There was a pause, and then a snicker. "Alright, I
admit, that one was pretty good. But aren't circus
bears supposed to be better trained then that?"
"Not ones named Fluffy, obviously."
"Obviously."
"Willing to concede defeat yet?"
"Not a chance in hell. But it might take me awhile to
think of one to top that."
"I bet."
"Yeah yeah, get over yourself." The first voice mocked.
The jerk couldn't come soon enough this time.
***
Rick was driving his car at high speed down some road
through the country. He'd been on the highway awhile
back, but he wasn't quite sure when he'd gotten off. It
was night time, and he'd already passed through a few
states. He'd been driving since morning. He didn't have
any particular destination in mind, he just kept
driving. His speed often changed, but his state of mind
didn't. He was in turmoil. He wasn't sure what to
think. He wasn't sure what to feel. Most of all, he
wasn't sure what to do. It was just one big mess, all
of it.
He hadn't seen a car for awhile, not that it mattered
to him. He was surprised then when, a couple miles
later, a car he hadn't even bothered noticing suddenly
pulled onto the road behind him, lights flashing. It
took another mile or so for them to catch up to him,
but once they did they just tailed him, lights
continuing to flash in warning. "Fucking cops." He
muttered to himself. Who the fuck did they think they
were, pulling him over? Couldn't they see he was trying
to think? So what if he hadn't been having much success
the entire day up to that point. He was still trying,
and he didn't need them getting in his way.
As it became clear to him that he was going to have to
slow, he could feel all his frustration beginning to
build up inside him. All his pain, his anguish, and
anger over the past few days, all steadily filtering
back into his veins all at once. Putting one foot to
the brake, he steadily slowed and pulled his car to the
shoulder of the road, the police car behind him
following suit. In his rearview mirror he could see a
female cop get out of the driver's side door and begin
to walk towards his car. He could also see a male cop
remaining in the passenger side of the cop car.
He didn't want to deal with this right now. He didn't
want to deal with anything. He'd already dealt with too
fucking much in the past couple days. His nerves felt
raw and rubbed 'till they chaffed. It's why he'd just
gotten in his car and started driving to begin with.
Because he felt ready to snap. And as the female cop
approached the last few feet towards his car, he felt
all the feelings that had been building up inside him
suddenly explode.
Suddenly, he felt aware. More aware then he'd been in a
long time. He didn't need to look behind him to
pinpoint the male cop again, he felt him. And he
slammed the 'Sleep' command into the guy's head as
effortlessly as if it were a parlor trick. He didn't
even need to verify that it had worked, he knew with
absolute surety that the guy had slumped over in his
seat the second the command had hit him.
The female cop didn't look behind her as she approached
the rest of the way to his car. She wasn't aware she
needed to. And as Rick rolled down his window, he
prepared himself. Just as the female cop reached him
and began to lean down to peer into the window, Rick
opened his door hard. He could hear the thump when the
metal slammed into her and sent her sprawling, and he
even thought the upper edge of it might have caught her
head, but just the same he was quickly moving out the
door and standing.
The cop was on the ground reaching for her gun just as
he laid eyes on her. "Don't touch that." He snarled out
both in words and a command at the same time.
He didn't need to repeat himself, didn't need to drill
it in multiple times, and somehow he knew he wouldn't.
In the state he was in at that second he felt like no
one could deny him anything he wanted. But in his rage
he didn't want to use the commands. He didn't want to
make things easy on her, or anyone else. He didn't even
want them easier for him. He wanted a fight. He just
wanted it to be a fair one.
"Take off the belt, and toss it to the side." He told
her, once more in words and commands, the last one he
planned on using. With shaking hands, as if she was
trying to resist every step of the way, she lifted up
just enough to undo the belt her holster was attached
to and toss it off into the grass to one side.
"Now, I'm going to make this simple for you. I'm about
to fucking rape you. If you like, you can try and stop
me. In fact, I'd be quite happy to have you try, so I
can make you suffer for it. But I'm going to rape you
just the same. So do whatever you need to do." He told
her with a twisted smile as he began to walk towards
her.
He could see her recoil slightly, and begin to inch
back along the ground as he approached, but he could
tell it was just an act. She was waiting for him to get
close. He couldn't explain it, but he could sense it.
Her eyes were fixed on him as he steadily closed on
her, and just as he came within a couple feet of her,
she suddenly lashed out with her right foot towards his
left knee.
If he hadn't known it was coming she probably would've
connected, but as it was he was able to quickly lash
out with his own foot, catching her's mid-attack and
slamming it to the ground, pinning it there. His foot
was resting over her leg just above the ankle, and he
began to apply firm downward pressure with his weight.
She let out a yelp and swiftly raised up to strike with
her right hand, this time aiming for his shin, her
fingers extended to deal the blow with her palm rather
then a closed fist. It was surprising how effortless it
was for him to catch her wrist before she reached him,
his foot applying a sharp increase in pressure down on
her leg.
With a shout of pain she quickly threw her upper body
forward to try and get to the leg with her free arm,
but he quickly released her wrist and stepped back,
evading her, just smiling as he did. Scrambling back a
couple steps herself, she swiftly climbed to her feet,
her eyes on him the entire time she moved.
Her eyes suddenly moved to the police car behind them
as her mouth opened to shout, obviously surprised her
partner hadn't come to her aid already when her eyes
suddenly widened slightly. Rick guessed she'd just
noticed the fact that the guy was unconscious. "MARK!"
she suddenly shouted, her eyes darting quickly back and
forth between him and the car. Then, even louder,
"MARK!"
Rick just chuckled softly as he watched her, an amused
expression on his face. "Having problems, are we?"
"Sir, you're assaulting a police officer." She said as
her eyes finally focused entirely back on him, sounding
surprisingly calm for her given situation, though he
could tell from her wary stance that she was
anticipating an attack at any second. "If you persist,
I will arrest you, sir. There is a recorder in that car
and this is on tape." She warned.
"Look, I already clearly admitted I was going to rape
you. Do you really think I give a fuck about simple
assault?" he asked, even more amused now, feinting
forward and to the left. Quickly her body reacted,
shifting to face the perceived attack. He just smiled
as he pulled back ever so slightly, beginning to circle
to the right, her body turning to follow him, her eyes
never leaving his.
Then, suddenly, he struck. Whipping his right arm
around towards her head, he wasn't surprised when her
left arm moved in to block his as she struck towards
his midsection with her own right. It was the reaction
he expected, and he moved as quick as a snake. Shifting
course from her head, his hand clamped down on her left
wrist as it moved in range, and Rick smoothly jerked
her forward while stepping to the side.
He moved just in time, the jerk throwing her off
balance and his own movement causing her attack to
barely graze his side. Not giving her time to recover
as she stumbled a couple steps forward, he quickly slid
around behind her, jerking her arm behind her as he
did, and swiftly locked it into a position so that he
could cause a great deal of pain simply by applying the
right kind of upward pressure.
Without hesitation he quickly reached around with his
left hand to get a firm grip on her throat, holding her
steady but not applying much pressure. His hold on her
throat was more to stop her from trying to turn enough
to negate the hold he had on her arm then anything
else, but he was ready to tighten his grip if he had
to. She seemed smart enough to know the position she
was in too, as she froze rather then struggling, which
would've only served to hurt her anyways.
Smiling, he began to speak just loud enough for her to
hear. "I dare you to fight me. I dare you. Even if you
should somehow have a strong enough will to bear the
pain I'll put on your arm until I'm forced to dislocate
your shoulder, if worse comes to worse, I can always
cut off your oxygen, and you're in no position to try
and stop me. At this point, your only option is to
cooperate. Now, I want you to reach down and undo your
pants. Don't think about it. Don't try and speak. Just
do it." He told her quietly.
Slowly she began to reach in towards her pants with her
free right hand. He actually began to think she was
going to obey him. At least, until her hand almost
reached it, and that's when she attacked. He wasn't
able to anticipate this one, maybe because he couldn't
see her face. She suddenly stepped backward onto his
right foot, hard. Then, before he could move, she
slammed her head backwards. His hand on her throat had
been ready to tighten if she tried to pull forward, but
backward he hadn't been prepared for.
He could feel pain explode in his lower jaw as her head
impacted with it, could feel the sudden coppery taste
of blood in his mouth. But his grip didn't waver, as
she'd obviously hoped it would. So when she suddenly
jerked her upper body jerked forward and started to
twist to the side, his hand suddenly tightened around
her throat and yanked her back up, his other hand
pushing up on her arm very hard.
He could feel her throat working against his palm as he
pressed her arm nearly to the limits, but she couldn't
scream with him cutting off her air. Quickly Rick
worked his own jaw around a bit through the lingering
pain, running his tongue along it to make sure it
hadn't been damaged. Satisfied that it was still wholly
intact, he let off the pressure on her throat just to
begin a cycle of letting off on the pressure on her arm
only to suddenly jerk it upwards again after a few
seconds, repeating this process several times and
enjoying the sounds she made each time he did it.
Finally he brought the pressure back down to a minimum
and held it there. "Now, you've had your fun. Try that
again, and I won't just hurt you next time, I'll kill
you. Understand?" He half-growled in her ear. Slowly,
carefully, she nodded. "No, I want a clear 'yes sir'."
He told her.
"Yes sir." She said softly, real fear in her voice now.
"Good. Now, I'm going to guide you, and we're going to
start walking back and to the side. You're not going to
resist, you're going to walk wherever the fuck I take
you, you get me?" he queried.
"Yes sir." She said again, not hesitating. Slowly he
began to draw her in the direction he wanted, and
carefully she followed. It only took a few seconds for
him to arrive at the spot he wanted, and as soon as he
did he released her and quickly shoved her forward. As
she stumbled forward he knelt, reaching down to grasp
the belt which was right where she'd thrown it. Swiftly
he undid the holster even as she began to turn, jerking
the gun out and pointing it at her before she'd even
moved a step back towards him. She froze when she saw
it, anger, fear, and a bit of left over pain mixed in
her expression.
He'd realized when she'd managed what attack she had
that he wasn't going to be able to get her into a
position to be fucked, and get himself undressed enough
to fuck her and still be able to keep the hold on her
he'd had all the while. This simply allowed him a
little leeway. "I trust you'll believe me when I say
I'd be more then happy to blow your head off at the
first sign of disobedience." He told her, smiling as he
rose back to his feet. "Now, I believe I told you to
undo your pants. I suggest you do it."
For a couple seconds she paused, then she reached down
to start carefully undoing her pants, her expression
now purely one of anger. As soon as she'd undone the
button and zipper though she stopped, just turning her
eyes back to him.
"Take it off." He commanded when she showed no signs of
moving. She didn't reply, she just began to work the
pants down over her hips and along her legs, kicking
them off when they were near her feet, before standing
back up. She was wearing simple white panties. "Those
too." He said, gesturing to her panties with his free
hand.
This time she almost looked about to say something, but
she thought better of it, tucking her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties and beginning to work those
down her hips as well.
As her pussy came into view, Rick finally took a few
seconds to appreciate her looks. He hadn't really been
paying much attention before. Oh, he'd noted that she
was attractive, but he hadn't taken the time to study
her. She had dark brown hair which fell about shoulder-
length. Though it was hard to tell for sure through the
police outfit, he'd say her tits were probably a C cup.
Pleasantly surprising was her pussy, which was
completely shaved. "So how would you like it?" Rick
finally asked her with a smile. "On your back? On your
stomach? On your knees? Ask and you shall receive,
slut." He taunted her.
She just glared at him. He could see her eyes shift
back and forth between him and the gun a few times, but
finally she seemed to gather enough guts to talk back.
"Fuck you." She told him angrily.
"Fuck me?" he murmured, his smile widening. "Oh no,
sweetie. As I'm about to demonstrate, you've got that
the wrong way 'round. It's you who's going to be
fucked." He paused for a second, considering, before
finally continuing. "Now.. I think I'm gonna take you
from behind, so I want you to get on your hand and
knees, facing the car." He instructed her. She paused,
but when she did he simply extended the arm holding the
gun, centering his aim right at her forehead. That
seemed to make up her mind for her, and she reluctantly
turned and knelt, facing the car as he'd told her.
Idly he reached down with his free hands, beginning to
undo his own pants as he moved in behind her, using his
feet to slip his shoes off and kick them to the side.
"Now, if you fight me again, even a little, I'm going
to paint the road in your blood. Are we clear?" he
demanded as he began to work his pants and boxers down.
"Yeah." She grumbled, her voice still filled with
anger. Still, she didn't move even an inch, and Rick
just smiled as he was finally able to kick his pants
and boxers off to the side to join his shoes, just
staring down at her naked and inviting ass. His cock
hadn't been fully hard before, especially considering
the blow he'd taken to the jaw, but it didn't take long
of staring at her tight ass before he was at full mast.
Carefully he knelt down between her legs, making sure
never to take the gun off her, just in case. Her pussy
showed no signs of wetness, but he didn't really care.
In fact, at the moment he thought it even better this
way. He wanted it to hurt for her. Grasping his cock
and carefully aiming it at her pussy, he carefully
moved his hips in, until he finally felt the head of
his cock brush against the lips of her cunt.
Immediately at the first contact her body jerked
forward a few inches, drawing a quick sharp "Be still!"
out of him. When she showed no signs of further
movement, he moved his hips back in the few inches that
had been opened between them, until his hard dick once
more brushed against her pussy. It didn't take much
effort for him to maneuver it to her hole, the head of
his cock spreading the lips of her pussy open and
quickly winding up pressed against the entrance to her
hot cunt.
It took a few seconds of forward pressure until he
finally felt her hole stretch open enough for the head
of his cock to slide into her. Almost immediately he
slammed his hips forward, driving about three-quarters
of his cock into her in one swift merciless stroke.
Then he simply drew his hips back a couple inches and
slammed them forward again, this time sinking his thick
rod to the hilt inside her.
He was surprised when she didn't let out any pained
sounds. But from the stiffness of her body he guessed
she might well be trying to hold them in, so as not to
give him the pleasure. This of course only made him
determined to draw them out of her.
Reaching in to grasp her waist with his free hand, he
began to forcefully fuck her, driving his hips back and
forth hard and fast. Not working into the speed, but
just beginning to fuck the bitch as hard as he could.
He felt a slight wetness around his cock, and surprised
he glanced down.
A smile returned to his face when, on one of his
outstrokes, he could see a streak of her blood along
his shaft. Re-doubling his efforts, he hammered his
hard staff steadily in and out of her tight hole. It
wasn't long until he began to hear quiet whimpers
emitting from her throat. She seemed to be trying to
bite back on them, but she couldn't cover them
entirely.
He enjoyed the feel of his pelvis slamming against her
bare ass every time he drove his thick cock deep inside
her, enjoyed the sight of more of her blood coating his
shaft as he drew it almost out of her, only to slam it
back in. The slickness of her blood was actually making
the going easier, causing her tight cunt to be at least
a little slippery as he drove his stick back and forth
inside her.
"Geez, you're a tight bitch." He taunted her as he
sawed his cock in and out of her hot hole. "Don't you
get around much? You'd think a slut like you wouldn't
shave that pussy of yours unless you intended to use
it. " He mocked with a grin, though he actually enjoyed
the tightness of her tunnel around his cock, the lips
of her pussy wrapped snuggly around his thick staff as
he fucked her.
"FUCK YOU!" she half-shouted in anger and pain as he
raped her. Releasing her waist, he delivered a quick
firm slap to her ass, causing her body to jerk forward
slightly again but he was ready for it this time and
moved his body in time with hers, continuing to hammer
his big dick back and forth within her tight unwilling
pussy.
"You like that bitch?" he asked, delivering a few-ultra
hard thrusts to her pained cunt, her hot tunnel
stretched nicely around his big cock. He delivered
another quick sharp slap to her ass, her head suddenly
tilting forward as she bit back another pained noise.
She didn't seem to be making as many noises when he
didn't hit her, though. He guessed her pussy must
finally be adjusting to his cock, even with the rough
taking.
That took some of the satisfaction in fucking her away
from him somehow, but he supposed it had to happen
eventually. It was alright though, with the warmth of
her tight pussy around his hard stick, he didn't think
he was going to last much longer anyways.
Having to bite back on a groan of his own, this one of
pleasure, Rick just continued to steadily drill her
tight twat. He once more fixed his eyes on the sight of
his long thick shaft vanishing between the lips of her
cunt and into her pussy, only to pull almost all the
way back out and then vanish right back inside her. The
image just enhanced the feel of her velvety tunnel
around his dick. He could care less whether or not she
wanted it, her pussy was incredible just the same. It
almost rivaled his sister's.
"Do you want me to cum inside you, slut?" he taunted.
"Do you want to feel it shooting into your pussy?" he
asked with a grin as he pounded his cock back and forth
inside her tight hole, his pleasure beginning to build
more with every hammer-like stroke into her.
That seemed to grab her attention well enough. "NO!"
she suddenly shouted, real fear in her voice. "Please..
I'm not on the pill. Please don't...." She said,
suddenly seeming on the verge of tears, her worry
apparent.
Rick just grinned as he screwed his hard cock as fast
as he could back and forth inside her tight pussy, his
pleasure continuing to build more and more, until his
cock finally jerked inside her, rope after rope of his
milky white cum beginning to shoot deep into her cunt.
His strokes became slightly erratic, but all he could
concentrate on was the feel of his cock pumping more
cum into her. It wasn't just the pleasure, his
satisfaction had returned the moment she'd shown fear.
He wanted her to know she was full of his cum. As his
cum finally slowed to a dribble inside her, he began to
slowly draw his cock back out of her pussy, his grin
bigger then ever. "Sorry about that." He murmured
softly.
Suddenly though he had a vague moment of deja vu.
Something seemed very familiar, but he couldn't quite
tell what it was. It didn't matter though. As the head
of his cock slid out of her pussy, he could see the
woman suddenly collapse forward, beginning to quietly
shake. He couldn't clearly see her face, but he knew
she was crying.
All of a sudden, he felt power. The power he'd felt
multiple times before. The feeling of godliness. Only
this time no feeling of filth accompanied it. It was
pure somehow, and twisted beyond belief. In that moment
he felt like the whole of the world was his to do with
as he pleased. "What, sad that I gave your pussy
something it might make use of?" He finally asked her
with an amused expression, slowly striding around her
side, careful to keep out of reach of her arms just in
case, until he neared her head.
"You know, if you're that afraid of getting pregnant...
I could solve all of your problems for you right now."
He murmured as he leveled the gun right at her head,
his expression slowly twisting to match the dark
twistedness he felt. "So you tell me. Do you want to
live?"
He just watched her as her body continued to shake. But
even from his new stance he still couldn't get that
good of a look at her face. A long moment passed
without so much as a word from her, and it began to
annoy him. "C'mon. If you care about your life at all,
you'd better speak up. If you don't, I'm going to
assume you want to be shot, in which case I'll be more
then happy to do you the favor." He informed her
sadistically.
Finally, a few seconds later, she tilted her head back
just enough to look at him, her cheeks streaked with
tears. "What do you want, huh?" she asked in a choked
voice. "To hear me beg? To hear me plead with you for
my life, you fucking bastard? Well I won't. You know
why? Because nothing I say is going to make a damn bit
of difference. Either you're going to kill me, or
you're not.
"And if you are, nothing I say is gonna change your
mind. So I'm not going to give you the pleasure of
hearing me beg, you son of a bitch. You fucking rape
me. You try to ruin my life. And then you want me to
plead with you just for the chance to keep living? Well
fuck you." She managed to get out. "Fuck you." She
repeated, before dissolving into tears, her head
tilting back down as she started to sob.
He wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but at some
point while she was speaking her words struck something
deep inside him. It was a feeling, and also a memory.
It was what had seemed so familiar to him earlier, but
he couldn't quite place. Watching Jason with Rachel the
day before. Hearing Jason say he was sorry without
meaning it.
The tone of the guy's voice had been precisely the same
as Rick's had been a moment before. Reeling backwards a
couple steps, Rick could feel his awareness turning
inward, and suddenly he saw himself. It was like
looking into a mirror that laid him bare. He only
caught a bare glimpse of the him that stared back at
him, but what he saw terrified him, and it was enough
to cause the feeling of power inside him to shatter.
Just like that the heightened awareness was gone, the
twistedness was gone.
"What am I becoming?" he whispered softly to himself,
shaken to the core. But the answer seemed frighteningly
clear to him at that moment... He was becoming some
kind of a monster. He was already like Jason at the
very least, far worse even when he thought about it.
But he didn't want to be like that guy. The very idea
repulsed him. He wasn't himself anymore.
This couldn't be him. Before he'd been trapped in this
day he never would have done anything like he'd just
done. He never even would have considered it. In fact
the very memory of what he'd done just a few moments
ago seemed abhorrent to him now.
Slowly he stumbled away from the woman and the car,
walking off into a small field of grass by the side of
the road leading up to some trees. Glancing down at the
gun he was still holding in one hand, he quickly heaved
the thing off to the side as hard as he could. He
didn't care where it landed. He didn't watch it to find
out. He didn't care if the cop did either. If she saw
it and decided to kill him for what he'd done, that was
her right. It would be a better way to die then some of
the demises he'd suffered through lately. But then,
when he thought about it, she couldn't. His command for
her not to touch the gun probably still held even now.
He needed to get out of this place. He had to. He
couldn't stay here anymore. He felt like if he did, he
was going to go insane. If he could just get back to
the way things were before the day started to cycle, he
was sure he could go back to being his old self,
somehow. He could put all this behind him. Could escape
the madness of everything he'd done the past few days.
At first he didn't even notice the approaching light.
When he finally glanced up, though, he saw the oncoming
car. It was the first one to come along since he and
the cop car had parked. He was quick to notice though
that the car was moving much faster then it should've
been. In fact, it was approaching at a speed far faster
even then he'd been driving earlier. His first thought
was that he was going to get run over, but that didn't
seem right somehow, since he'd already been hit by a
car before.
Yet just the same, just as the car neared where his car
was parked it swerved off the road in his direction.
The odd thing was it was slightly off-course to hit
him. It barreled past him, missing him by a few feet,
seemingly heading straight for the trees. And then
suddenly in a loud crash of splintering metal, it
impacted with the nearest tree. A rather large one. For
awhile all Rick could hear was the ringing in his ears
left behind by the noise from the crash, but when his
hearing finally began to clear he could hear the
almost-cracking sound. It was growing swiftly louder,
and by the time he realized what it was it was too
late.
For a second it seemed like the tree was just starting
to lean towards him. Then there was the loudest crack
of all and it started to fall. Rick had just enough
warning to take a couple quick steps and then dive to
the side. If he'd had time to think about it, he
probably would've let the thing hit him, but it was
almost instinctual to try and avoid it. And he
succeeded too, at least in so much as surviving went.
Just the same, the side of the trunk came down right on
his lower legs. He'd almost gotten used to large
amounts of pain in his recent deaths, but he still had
to bite back a scream as lava-like pain shot up his
thighs. He tried to twist his upper body around enough
to look upwards, but in all directions his vision was
blocked by branches and leaves.
When the odd sort of chittering sound started, at first
he wasn't sure what exactly he was hearing. Then the
first chipmunk peered over the edge of one branch at
him. For a second it just stared at him, before finally
diving towards his face. Quickly ducking his head down
towards the ground, he could feel little claws suddenly
begin to rip at his scalp. And then a second set
started on his side, and then a third on his back. Just
then the chittering around him grew to a din, and the
full force of the chipmunk swarm descended on him.
***
"He was so close. For a second there I almost thought
he had it." One of the voices was saying as Rick once
more found himself in the red haze.
"So close, and yet so far away." The other voice
agreed. "Oh well, he still has time left. Perhaps he'll
make good use of it."
"Perhaps." The first voice replied. "Somehow, I doubt
it, though."
"Yeah, from what we've seen so far I guess his odds
don't look too good."
"Anyways, I hope you're not expecting that having him
get torn up by a bunch of newly-homeless pissed off
chipmunks will beat the circus bear attack."
"Eh, nah. I told you, it won't be easy thinking up one
to beat Fluffy, but you've got to admit the chipmunks
weren't that bad."
"I suppose not. Thinking about it, though, you
should've had them be rabid. Rabid chipmunks are
somehow just more impressive then your run-of-the-mill
variety."
"I should've thought of that one myself. Too late now,
though."
"You'll get another chance. Of course, using a rabid
anything then would be redundant so, you've got your
work cut out for you."
"I'm up to the challenge. I mean, I hope you're not
doubting me."
"Never."
"Good. Still, you're the one who's up next. So before I
have to go again, let's see if you can top your own
bear."
The jerk, when it came, seemed somehow stronger this
time.
***
So ends Part 2. To be continued in Part 3, where Rick,
desperate to escape from the cycle he's stuck in, will
search for his route out at all costs. But is it that
easy to find? And will he be able to prevent himself to
falling back into his recent ways if he doesn't? All
while suffering through stranger and stranger deaths.
How strange, you might wonder? ..... Don't ask. And of
course, you might wonder how many more interesting
sexual situations can Rick get himself into? Now
there's a question worth asking. Stay tuned to find
out.
END
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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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