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Cycle of Corruption - 3
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)

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AUTHOR NOTES: Finally, Part 3. Feedback dropped off 
dramatically after the second part, so hopefully this 
will revitalize the bunch of you reading this. 
Remember, if you have any comments on the story, send 
them to SyntheticDivine@aol.com but make sure to put 
"The Cycle of Corruption" as the topic or I might 
confuse it for spam and erase it from existence. 
Feedback is the definitive motivator for the speed at 
which writing these gets done, as a matter of fact this 
part would've probably been finished in half the time 
with more feedback so, I'll let that speak for itself.

Part 3 is a bit more slanted towards sex then I 
expected. But that'll be balanced since Part 4 will be 
slanted more towards story. Anyways, to repeat the 
necessary points I've stated before but in a simpler 
fashion. This story contains some twisted, naughty sex. 
If you're a religious fanatic, it's not for you. If 
you're uptight... Why are you reading this anyways? 
Since you've probably read parts one and two before 
this one, you should know what to expect. Continue at 
your own risk. With no further ado, I offer you the 
third part, "Decent Into Darkness".

***

The Cycle Of Corruption: Descent Into Darkness

"Do you remember me?" Rick murmured as he stared at the 
woman across the counter. The shop around him was 
exactly as he remembered it, but then he hadn't really 
expected it to be otherwise.

The woman had been watching him since he'd entered, and 
she didn't even hesitate before answering. "Of course. 
You're the boy who was in here awhile back, looking for 
an amulet." The woman stated simply.

Rick just nodded. "Do you remember the boy you told 
that I wanted one?" he questioned.

The woman looked confused for a few seconds, but 
finally she just shrugged. "I told no one you wanted 
one of the amulets."

Rick studied her for awhile longer but, unable to read 
anything in her face, went on. "But you told me I'd be 
getting one soon. And the boy who approached me knew I 
wanted one." He told her steadily, his gaze unwavering.

"He didn't learn of it from me." The woman replied 
calmly. "But it is not this boy you speak of that 
concerns me. It's you who worries me. Since the last 
time I saw you. You've changed." She said simply, but 
as if the words carried great meaning.

That gave Rick pause, and his voice was hesitant as he 
asked, "How have I changed?"

"You know as well as I do. But I wonder... What is it 
that's changed you?" She queried, seeming genuinely 
curious.

Rick considered for a moment, but for some reason he 
didn't trust her. "You must be mistaken. I haven't 
changed. At least not to my knowledge." Was the reply 
he finally offered her.

"You lie. I can sense the change in you. And the 
dishonesty." The woman spoke softly, but with 
conviction in her tone.

"Sense?" Rick replied, his own tone one of disbelief. 
"Are you saying you have.. Supernatural powers of some 
kind?" he queried. In hindsight, he supposed it wasn't 
impossible, given everything he'd experienced.. But 
this woman didn't seem the type to have studied the 
sort of things Leon had spoken of.

"I wouldn't call it powers." The woman said quietly. 
"I'd say it's simply a greater insight into things then 
most people possess. But in truth it's not nearly so 
strong in me. It's far stronger in my niece."

"Your niece?" Rick wondered aloud.

"Yes. But she's not of your concern. Now, I answered 
your question, so answer mine. What is it that's 
changed you?" the woman repeated.

Rick took a moment and chose his words very carefully 
before he answered that question. "I was given a taste 
of both heaven and hell. My own personal versions of 
each. You could say they've warped me, in a sense. Now 
all I want is to find a way to get back to the way I 
was."

The woman nodded slowly, seeming to accept his words at 
face value. "More easily said then done." She told him, 
her eyes searching his. "And this boy you spoke of.. He 
was the one who gave you this taste, yes? That is why 
you seek him."

"I never said I sought him. But yes." Rick told her. 
"If he can do this to me... He must be able to undo 
it."

"And if he could. Do you believe he would?" the woman 
asked softly.

"I have to believe there's some chance... Otherwise, 
what hope do I have?" Rick asked in return. Still, he 
wasn't entirely sure if the question wasn't directed at 
himself as much as it was at the woman.

It was the woman's turn to consider for a time. "I 
don't like the change in you. It makes me worried that 
my niece may not be safe in your presence, yet... I 
don't know of anyone else that might be able to help 
you now. So I will tell you how to find her, but I ask 
you please. No matter what happens, do not harm her. 
Whether she succeeds or not, she will try to help. And 
that is the best she can do." The woman said in a 
solemn voice.

***

Rick knocked on the door a few times and then waited, 
wondering what exactly he was hoping for. Did he 
honestly believe this woman he'd been sent to meet 
would be able to psychically divine a solution to his 
problems? In truth, he didn't consider the odds to be 
very good. But there was at least a chance, and that 
was more then he had on his own. 

Just as he'd raised his hand to knock again, the door 
opened, and there stood a girl a couple years older 
then him. She had dark hair and dark eyes, a nice face 
and a decent body, but nothing spectacular. Perhaps C 
cup breasts, if he were to guess. He recognized her, 
though. She'd gone to the same high school as him until 
she'd graduated. He'd never known her that well, so he 
had no idea what she was doing with herself now. He 
couldn't even remember her name.

She just studied him for a few seconds before finally 
saying, "Rick, right?" she asked, drawing a nod from 
him. "Well, Rick, what can I do for you?" she 
continued. Some psychic. It didn't do much for what 
small hopes he had.

"Your aunt sent me. She thought you could help me." He 
told her, reaching into his right pocket to fish out a 
note the woman had written for him to give to her 
niece. Drawing it out, he just held it out to the girl, 
watching as she took it and unfolded it to read. Her 
eyes scanned over it for a moment, before glancing up 
at him, and then back down at the paper again. There 
was a pause before the girl finally crumpled the paper 
up in her hand and stuck it in her own pocket.

Nothing was said for a long moment, and he was starting 
to think that meant she wasn't going to help him when 
she finally spoke again. "Come in." She offered, 
stepping back and opening the door further.

"Thank you." Rick replied softly as he stepped past her 
and into the house, hearing her shut the door behind 
them a second later. "Nice place you have here." He 
commented, trying to be polite. And it wasn't a lie, 
the house was reasonably pleasant and well-kept.

"My mother's. But thanks anyway." The girl replied as 
she walked past him and down a hallway without another 
word, leaving him to follow in her wake for lack of 
instructions. They walked down the hallway only a short 
while before the girl took a sudden sharp left and, 
following her around the corner, Rick found himself in 
a somewhat spacious living room. "Come sit over here." 
The girl told him as she strode over to a table on one 
side of the room, pointing him to a chair opposite the 
one she herself took. Not hesitating, Rick followed her 
over and dropped into the chair she'd directed him to.

"I want you to tell me, for yourself, why you're here." 
The girl said solemnly, her eyes meeting his. "And why 
I should help you."

Rick knew this was probably no time to mince words, so 
he just came out and bluntly stated it. "I'm trapped in 
a day that doesn't end. That just repeats again and 
again. Each time I go through it, I get killed, only to 
wake up again the same morning of the same day, like 
none of it happened. And no one else remembers. Not a 
single person, and not a single second. But I remember 
everything. And I want out. I want it over with... I 
want the world to go back the way it's supposed to be."

The girl had a strange expression on her face as she 
studied him. "You're not lying." She finally murmured 
very softly. "As crazy as it sounds... You're telling 
the truth. And you're here..." She said, pausing mid-
sentence.

"Because your aunt said you might be able to help me." 
Rick finished for her, sinking and hopeful feelings 
warring for dominance inside him. "Please... I just 
want out of here... Anything you can do. Anything that 
might help. Please."

"Well, I can tell you now that I can't just get you out 
of here. It isn't that simple. The best I can possibly 
do is maybe give you some small amount of knowledge 
about your situation and advice on how you might be 
able to find your own way out." She told him, her eyes 
never leaving his.

"I don't even know where to start... If you could even 
give me something I could work with.. Something I could 
go on.. Anything like that. I'd be grateful." He told 
her sincerely, desperate for even the smallest of 
clues.

The girl finally looked down. "I don't like to use my 
ability." She muttered so softly he barely heard. "I 
can control it, unlike my aunt... Some small part of it 
is on all the time, but I learned awhile back that I 
can block out everything else unless I try to see it." 
She said a little louder, then she raised her head back 
up enough to look at him once more. "But I will. After 
all, knowing that what you say is true. It means that 
all the rest of us are stuck in this day too, even if 
we don't remember it. And if that's the case, then I 
want it over with as much as you do."

"Thank you." He said simply, and then just waited, not 
sure what else to do or say.

She just closed her eyes, seeming to focus, her hands 
resting on the table. She took several long deep 
breaths, her entire body seeming to relax. Finally, she 
spoke again. "Ask me questions, and I will try to 
answer." She said, not opening her eyes.

"How can I get out of here?" he murmured hopefully, 
figuring it couldn't hurt to at least ask.

"It's not as easy as that. That is one question I 
cannot answer. I don't know the answer myself." She 
said calmly.

Trying to hide his disappointment, Rick simply moved on 
to his next question. "What am I doing here?"

"That question carries both two meanings and two 
answers, so I will give you both. The reason why you're 
here is that a world has been woven around your mind. 
It exists both separately from your mind, and as a part 
of your mind. It draws from things within your mind, 
and yet it isn't a construct of your imagination or 
subconscious. Aside from you, everything that rests 
within it are both real and not real." She said, her 
voice suddenly sounding sad somehow. 

"Every person is a carbon copy of the true them from 
the world you know. We are not the real copies that you 
have known but, in a sense, each and every one of us 
still possesses life. We are not simply automatons. So 
rather then considering us to be a machine or illusion 
that simply mirrors the real ones of us, instead we are 
more like clones of our original selves, that have been 
given their minds and personalities. And this world 
that has been built around your mind is acting like a 
constant and unwavering test for you." She told him, 
pausing for a moment before going on. "As for what is 
happening to you.. You are being evolved towards your 
nature."

"What do you mean, I'm being evolved towards my 
nature?" he demanded.

"It is part of the test. It forced you to expose the 
base essence of your nature, whether that nature be 
good or evil, and is now rapidly accelerating your 
evolution towards that nature. It wants you to become a 
pure form of it. The more you touch your nature, the 
harder it becomes to resist. And the closer you come to 
your nature, the more strange powers will begin to 
manifest inside you. Both mental and physical powers, 
as well as coming to possess a greater pool of 
knowledge to draw from. These too are part of the 
test." She replied, her eyes never opening for all her 
talking.

Bullshit, was Rick's instinctual reaction to the words. 
Total and complete bullshit. Of course, the power and 
knowledge part seemed accurate enough but... This 
wasn't his nature. He wasn't a killer, or a rapist. 
He'd never done anything even resembling that in his 
old life. Nor had he even really wanted to. This was 
not who he was. This was the nature they were forcing 
upon him, Leon and Max. It wasn't his true nature. It 
couldn't be. They had to be inflicting it upon him, 
like everything else.

It took him a second to realize he was supposed to ask 
his next question. "And what if I never figure out the 
way out of here? What, I'm trapped here forever? Will 
this test just go on for the rest of eternity?"

"No." She answered solemnly. "There is a limit on how 
long you can take. If you are not out by then, the 
world will end regardless."

"So I don't really have to find my way out then? All 
I've got to do is just wait, and eventually it'll go 
away by itself?" he questioned.

"Eventually it will end yes but... For some reason the 
ending of the world that is a result of you finding a 
way out, and the ending of the world that comes when 
time runs out, feel very different to me. I can't 
explain why. I just know that they do." She told him.

"How long do I have, before time runs out?" he asked 
her.

"I do not know." She responded softly.

"And Leon and Max, can I find them anywhere in this 
place?" he continued.

"No." Her answer was swift and precise.

"Can you give me any hint, any hint at all, about what 
I'm supposed to do to get out of here?" He asked, 
staring fixedly at her.

"I.... I...." She stuttered, seeming to have sudden 
difficulty in speaking the words. Her body began to 
tremble slightly as she worked to continue. "You... You 
have to... To..." 

Suddenly he noticed a trickle of red liquid form at and 
spill over the corner of her mouth, the trembling of 
her body was growing steadily stronger. "To....." She 
gasped out, her voice becoming weaker, her eyes 
suddenly shooting open, and the features of her face 
becoming drawn. He could see the trickle of blood 
growing more pronounced, and then suddenly a sort of 
whimper seemed to emit from her throat, and she 
collapsed backwards, toppling down with her chair.

By the time Rick rose and rushed around the table to 
her, she was dead. Rick didn't need to be told what had 
happened. Leon and Max had killed her, to prevent her 
from telling him anything he could actually use. And 
with her had died any hope of him gaining the knowledge 
he desired. There was no point in coming back the next 
day to try again, because if they'd killed her once to 
stop her from talking, surely they'd just kill her 
again if he tried further to get her to speak.

For a moment Rick just stared at the body. Then, with a 
sinking heart, he turned to stride back towards the 
front door and the world that awaited him.

***

Stepping outside, Rick slowly walked down the driveway 
towards his car, trying to think but finding he wasn't 
quite sure what to think about. He'd tried to figure 
the way out plenty of times before and came up with 
nothing, so he didn't think trying again now would 
help. He could ponder the things the girl had told him, 
but he didn't think that would get him anywhere new. 
He'd been thinking about where he could go to try and 
learn something helpful all morning, but the only place 
he'd been able to come up with was the store and the 
woman that he'd already gone to.

He saw the kid riding down the street on the tricycle 
long before the kid even got near him, but he didn't 
really pay any attention. It wasn't that unusual a 
sight, and there was virtually no traffic along the 
road, so the kid wasn't in any danger. 

The kid couldn't have been more then three or four, but 
he caught Rick's attention when out of the corner of 
his eye, Rick saw the kid raise something in both 
hands. Spinning his head just enough to look, he saw 
the kid continuing to pedal with both feet, but in his 
hands, pointing in Rick's direction, was a small 
compact pistol. 

Even so, it was large enough that the kid had to use 
both hands even to hold the thing, but somehow he was 
managing, and had a finger on the trigger. Rick didn't 
think the kid would be able to apply enough force to 
get off a shot, but it must've been on a hair-trigger, 
because the next thing he knew he heard it go off.

Sudden pain blossomed in Rick's side, and the noise of 
the gun firing rang in his ears. Then there was a 
second shot, and a third, and he could feel more pain 
explode in his stomach and chest. Stumbling backwards, 
Rick heard a fourth shot and, accompanied by the last 
surge of pain, Rick felt his right leg collapse beneath 
him. It felt like the bullet had struck somewhere near 
his knee. As Rick hit the ground, he found himself 
already weak, and quickly growing weaker. Still, he 
could clearly hear the childlike laughter that suddenly 
rang out, moving down the street.

As the weakness continued to close in on him, Rick 
didn't even bother trying to fight it. He just closed 
his eyes against the pain, and let himself die.

***

"A trike-by shooting, huh?" one of the voices asked, 
obviously amused.

"Ingenious, no?" the second voice responded.

"Eh, fuck. You beat your own bear. But, I'll top it, 
don't worry about that. Eventually, I'll top it."

"And I'm sure when you do, it'll be one hell of a 
death."

"But of course. So, what do you think he'll do next?"

"Who can say? Really it's just a question of how long 
he'll manage to hold out."

"True, in time he'll return to the ways he's trying to 
escape from. It's who he is."

"And one of the main reasons we chose him."

"Now it's just a matter of waiting to see the answer to 
the final question."

"Can he see what's right there in front of him?"

The haze almost felt like it was touching him, the 
barest of feather-light strokes. Still, as expected, 
the yank came soon after.

***

Three days had passed since Rick had spoken to the 
psychic. He didn't know what else to call the girl. 
He'd spent most of each day trying pretty much every 
idea he could come up with as to what might get him out 
of there. Each time, he failed. The more his ideas 
didn't work, the more his conviction wavered. The more 
the last of his hope faded. And also the more 
frustrated he became. 

After he'd finally managed to start getting somewhat 
semi-regular sex, it was far harder to just try and go 
without it then it had been before. And the longer he 
went without managing to find a way to get out of this 
place, the harder it became for him to remember 
precisely why he was denying himself. To remember why 
he wasn't just taking what he wanted, when no one would 
remember it the next day anyways. What was the point of 
having power and opportunity if he didn't use it?

Still he'd tried to hold out. Tried to tell himself it 
was wrong. Tried to just focus on searching for the 
answer he wanted, for the way out. To keep his mind off 
sex as much as he could. As hours had turned to days 
and he'd turned up absolutely nothing, though, he'd 
begun to find that he could no longer simply block it 
out. And once he started thinking of it, he found 
himself becoming steadily more tempted by it. Until, 
finally, he'd found himself precisely where he was now. 
In a doctor's office.

That might otherwise be strange, but, of course, he 
wasn't a patient. No, he'd managed to convince the 
gynecologist who ran the practice that he too was a 
doctor, and that he ought to handle a couple of the 
patients today. It of course had taken the power of 
persuasion, or more like the persuasion of power, but 
with a little effort he found the doctor as pliant to 
his abilities as everyone else had been.

And so he'd waited, observing the women who came in the 
door for appointments, until he found one he liked. She 
was perhaps in her early twenties, strawberry blonde 
with green eyes. She had a decent enough body. Tits 
kind of on the small side at likely a B-cup, but a 
gorgeous face. Carefully he watched her from a sort of 
receptionist area, set apart from the rest of the room, 
pretending to go over various papers and files so as 
not to seem unobtrusive. 

Taking a swift glance at the sign-in clipboard to get 
her name, he offered a soft comment to the receptionist 
nearby, low enough so that no one in the room beyond 
would hear. "Tell Doctor Martin that I'll be handling 
Mrs. Carron's appointment." He told the receptionist, 
who gave him a strange look but walked off to comply. 
He hadn't used his powers on any of the others working 
here, but the Doctor had given them explicit 
instructions concerning him so, they cared too much 
about their jobs to question.

Steadily he began to send a stream of sentences into 
the woman's head. He'd thought out an entire list of 
them beforehand, but it took awhile to get them to sink 
in, to reinforce them, and then to move on to the next 
set. After about twenty minutes or so, though, he 
thought he'd gotten in just about everything he'd 
wanted to. Well, at least to cover everything he 
thought would come up, so that he wouldn't need to use 
the ability anymore in the middle of it all.

Finally he turned his attention back to the 
receptionist, who'd long since returned. "What exam 
room is open?" he asked.

Just giving him another odd look, she responded 
carefully with, "Examination room four is unoccupied."

"Give me the necessary information on Mrs. Carron and 
have her taken to exam room four." He told the 
receptionist, who reluctantly went through a desk and 
produced a clipboard, which she handed to him, before 
moving off to take care of getting Ashley Carron to her 
room. He waited a few minutes before finally following, 
striding down the hall and coming to a halt in front of 
the door to the exam room, taking a few deep breaths 
before opening it and stepping inside.

Immediately he saw that Ashley had already changed into 
the exam gown, her clothes folded neatly in a chair to 
the side, and she was sitting on the edge of the 
examination table. 

"Mrs. Carron." He greeted her warmly as he stepped in 
and shut the door behind him, trying to sound as 
professional as possible. "I'm Doctor Thoren. Your 
regular doctor, Doctor Martin, had an emergency earlier 
in the day and wound up falling well behind in handling 
his appointments, so he asked me to help him take care 
of a few. That is if it's alright with you. I can 
assure you that I'm more then qualified, but I need 
your consent to be able to handle your case in his 
stead."

The idea didn't seem to bother her much, as he knew it 
wouldn't. "That's fine. You look kind of young, but I 
guess you must hear that a lot. Anyways, if Doctor 
Martin trusts you, then I suppose I can to." Ashley 
said, offering him a smile.

"Excellent." He responded calmly, raising the clipboard 
and glancing over it, more for show then anything else. 
"I can see you're married, but no children. And, this 
is just your yearly physical, right?" he asked her, and 
at her nod, he just smiled in return. "Very good. Could 
you go ahead and take off the gown, Mrs. Carron? We 
won't be needing it for the exam."

"Of course, Doctor." She replied without hesitation. In 
less then fifteen seconds, she was out of the gown and 
moving to set it back where she'd found it, her nude 
body exposed to him in it's entirety. While her tits 
weren't quite as nice as some of the others he'd seen, 
she had a great ass, shapely and rather inviting. The 
thin patch of black pubic hair just above her pussy 
didn't surprise him. After all, natural blondes were an 
extraordinary rarity these days, but he was pleased by 
the fact that she cared enough to trim it, despite the 
fact that she was married. He could already feel 
himself getting hard, he couldn't wait to fuck this 
one.

"We'll go ahead and skip ahead to the vaginal exam, 
alright Ashley?" he queried, trying to keep the 
professional expression on his face.

"Whatever you think is best, Doctor." She answered 
innocently, not noticing anything amiss in his request.

"Good. Please lay back on the table, and we'll get 
started." He told her, moving over to rummage in a few 
cabinets before he finally found the lubricant he 
sought, turning to quickly stride back over to the 
table. She looked rather beautiful as she laid there on 
her back, completely naked. He wondered who the lucky 
fuck was who'd managed to marry her. Not that it really 
mattered, as he'd soon be fucking the guy's wife, but 
still.

He just popped the top off the lube and squirted a 
reasonable amount onto the index and middle fingers of 
his right hand. He didn't bother to put any gloves on, 
but Ashley didn't comment on it. After all, just about 
anything he did would seem normal procedure, and just 
about everything he said would make sense and seem to 
be in her best medical interests. 

Reaching in with his left hand, he gently spread the 
lips of her pussy apart, moving his right hand in to 
press the fingers with the lube against her hole. It 
only took one firm push for her cunt to stretch open 
and his fingers to begin to sink into her, Rick 
twisting his fingers back and forth a bit as they slid 
further and further into the woman, to smear the 
lubricant along the inside of her pussy.

After a soft initial gasp, Ashley just kept silent as 
Rick slid the full length of his fingers into her pussy 
and began to gently pump them in and out, trying to get 
her tunnel nice and slick with the lube. He enjoyed the 
feel of her warm cunt around them, and could barely 
resist the urge to just fuck her then without another 
word, and continue to smear the lubricant along the 
inner walls of her hole. He let his thumb come to rest 
over her clit, beginning to very gently rub back and 
forth over it as his fingers pumped steadily in and out 
of the woman, until he finally decided she was about 
ready.

Sliding his fingers smoothly back out of her pussy, he 
simply offered the woman a benevolent smile. "Mrs. 
Carron? I'm afraid I'm not able to determine everything 
I should with just my fingers. In order to conduct a 
proper vaginal exam, I'm going to have to be able to 
feel much deeper inside you. Unfortunately, the only 
thing I can think of that I can use to feel as deep 
inside you as is necessary is... well... my cock." He 
told the woman, still trying to sound as professional 
as possible.

A momentary confusion passed over her face as she 
struggled to grasp this concept. "I... You... Your 
cock?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a 
whisper. At his nod, she seemed to think about this for 
a moment, trying to work through things, before she 
finally spoke again. "You... You'd just be using it so 
you could conduct a proper exam, right? I mean, it 
wouldn't be like it was because you wanted to, or 
anything. You'd just be doing what you needed to do to 
see if there was anything wrong with me, right?" She 
questioned him, her voice a bit stronger.

"Of course, Ashley. It's not like I enjoy doing this 
sort of thing. It's my job. And I take it very 
seriously." He informed her, his expression not so much 
as twitching with the lie, the benevolent smile still 
on his face.

"Alright, then, I guess. But only do it so much as you 
need to feel inside me, ok?" she asked, seeming to 
relax a bit on the table, but lifting her upper body 
ever so slightly up so she could look at him better.

"Absolutely." He replied, reaching down to start 
undoing the pants he'd had to put on with the whole 
doctor's outfit. Swiftly he had them unbuttoned and 
unzipped, and he was shucking them and his boxers down 
his legs, causing his hard thick cock to come into 
view. He heard Ashley emit another gasp when she saw 
it, but he just pretended he didn't hear as he slid the 
articles of clothing the rest of the way off, dropping 
them to the side.

"It... It's big..." Ashley managed to get out, her eyes 
on his cock.

"Of course. That's why I'll be able to feel as deep 
inside you as I need to." Rick responded, drawing a 
small nod from the woman as he climbed up onto the 
table himself, reaching out with one hand to gently 
press her upper body back down until she lay once more 
completely flat on the table as he positioned himself 
between her legs. 

Once more grabbing the tube of lubricant, he squirted a 
generous amount onto his left hand and reached down to 
begin spreading it over his cock, working the palm of 
his hand swiftly up and down along the length of the 
thick rod to coat the entire shaft with the lube. In 
about fifteen seconds his cock was glistening with the 
stuff and, figuring that should be enough, he just 
tossed the lube over onto a counter across the room. 
Ashley's eyes widened slightly at that, but she didn't 
say anything as he grasped his cock and guided it 
forward.

He had to bite back a gasp of his own when he felt the 
head of his cock first brush against the lips of her 
pussy. Not hesitating, he swiftly and smoothly 
positioned the head of his cock against the married 
woman's hole, beginning to push his hips forward. The 
slickness of the lubricant made the going much easier, 
and it only took a second for her hot cunt to stretch 
open and the head of his cock to slide into her. 

He kept the professional expression glued to his face 
as he drove his hips forward, the married woman's pussy 
stretching around his cock as he slid more and more of 
the shaft into her. He just enjoyed feel the slick 
warmth of her slippery tunnel around his big dick, the 
last few inches of the thick rod vanishing into her 
tight hole, until the full length of his hard cock was 
buried inside her. "There, see? Now I can feel really 
deep inside you." He told her.

"Uh huh..." She managed to pant out, her eyes falling 
shut. "It's really deep." She agreed, biting her lower 
lip a bit.

"Now, I just need to get a bit better feel of it before 
I can be sure of my findings." He told her as he began 
to work his hips, drawing his hard stick just a few 
inches out of her hot pussy before sinking his cock 
right back into her. 

Slowly he worked into a steady thrusting of his large 
staff back and forth inside her, drawing his cock a 
little further out on each outstroke, until he was 
finally pumping almost the full length of his thick rod 
in and out of her. He could see her hands clenching on 
the edge of the table as he sawed his large cock in and 
out of her tight cunt, her breathing coming a bit 
quicker, but otherwise she didn't make any noise.

The feel of her velvety hole was incredible as he 
picked up the pace, until he was fucking her hard and 
fast. His hands moved in to grab her waist and help 
hold him steady as he plunged his big dick deeply in 
and out of the married woman's hot cunt, his thick 
staff now glistening with her juices as much as with 
the lubricant. He could feel his balls slapping against 
her ass with every stroke of his hard cock deep into 
her tight pussy, soft gasps beginning to emit from her 
throat as he pounded his nice long rod in and out of 
her slippery tunnel.

Releasing her waist with his left hand, he slid it down 
between her legs, to just above where his cock joined 
them, his fingers seeking out her clit and beginning to 
lightly rub it as he pumped his hard stick in and out 
of her. It was an obviously unprofessional thing to do, 
but she didn't object. Her eyes shot open and her gasps 
turned to moans as her hands clenched harder on the 
table.

"Enjoying the exam, Mrs. Carron?" he murmured with a 
grin, his fingers alternating between rubbing her clit 
faster and slower, harder and lighter, doing it in an 
almost teasing fashion as he hammered his large rod 
back and forth inside her tight hole.

"I... I... It's so big... D-Doctor... We shouldn't... I 
shouldn't be enjoying this." She panted out, her body 
rocking back and forth a bit on the table as he worked 
his long thick staff swiftly in and out of her wet 
pussy.

"Oh, it's alright, Ashley. Most women love this exam. 
Just relax and enjoy it." He told her, still smiling, 
his fingers settling on a swift firm stroking of her 
clit as he fucked her. He could see her biting her lip 
again as he worked his thick cock back and forth inside 
her married cunt, the moans emitting from her throat 
becoming louder and more frequent. That, the stiffness 
of her nipples, and the slick wetness of her cunt was 
more then enough to tell him that she was indeed loving 
this exam.

Her gorgeous face was flushed as she felt his big dick 
stretching and filling her pussy, thrusting deeply in 
and out of her in hard fast strokes. Her hips began to 
thrust back at him as he fucked her, his hard staff 
being buried to the hilt inside her with every inward 
pump. 

His fingers flickered swiftly back and forth over her 
clit, moving in short but firm butterfly strokes over 
the hard sensitive nubbon as he drilled his thick rod 
back and forth within her tight hole. Her moans 
continued to increase in frequency, until she finally 
panted out in short gasps, "Uh! Uh! Doctor! I'm 
gonna... Gonna..." She half-chanted, before a sudden 
near-whine emitted from her throat, her tight wet pussy 
beginning to convulse around his long hard cock as she 
came.

The feel of the married woman's hot velvety tunnel 
spasming around his cock was exquisite, but he wasn't 
done with her yet. He just continued pounding his big 
shaft deeply in and out of her cunt as she came, his 
fingers flickering swiftly over her clit, until she 
finally began to calm, her hips giving a couple last 
strong thrusts up at him before her body almost 
collapsed back onto the table. 

Rick gradually slowed the pace of his thrusts, his 
fingers slowing and finally stopping in their motions 
over her clit, his hand finally lifting away as he 
delivered a couple last shallow thrusts of his hard 
cock in and out of her cunt. Just putting the 
benevolent smile back on his face, he carefully drew 
his cock out of her tight pussy, before just staring 
down at her face. 

"Alright, Ashley. Your vaginal exam is complete, I've 
learned everything I needed. Now it's time for your 
rectal exam." He informed her, having to stop his smile 
from turning to a smirk when he saw her eyes go wide.

"You mean... using your... cock?" she murmured, just 
looking up at him.

"Of course. After all, I need to feel deep inside you 
there, too." He responded sagely. "So if you'll please 
get up on your hands and knees, we'll begin."

She just stared up at him for several seconds before 
finally whispering "Ok". Slowly she lifted up, just 
giving him one last look before she turned over onto 
her knees, setting her hands down so that she was on 
all fours, her head tilting down a little. 

With a grin Rick moved up and back in between her legs, 
once more grasping his cock with one hand and guiding 
it in. Swiftly he positioned the head of his thick 
cock, slippery with her juices, against her asshole and 
began to press inwards. It took a bit longer, but 
finally her tight butt stretched open just enough for 
the slickness of her juices to let his cock slide into 
her. Slowly he began to work his large staff into her 
ass, sinking just the first couple inches into her butt 
before pulling back about an inch and then sliding back 
forward, getting about a third of his hard stick into 
her. 

He could hear her gasping as his cock stretched her 
tight ass, but he just continued to work his hips, 
getting about half of his large rod into her hot butt 
on the next stroke. Once more reaching in to grasp her 
hips and steady himself, he just fell into a slow but 
steady rhythm of working his cock in and out of her, 
getting a little bit more of his big dick into her ass 
with every stroke.

It only took about a minute before he was working the 
full length of his long thick staff deeply in and out 
of the married woman's tight butt. Quickly he began to 
accelerate his pace, fucking her with hard swift 
strokes. A whimper or two became mingled with her 
gasps, and he wasn't quite sure if it was pleasure or 
pain, but he didn't really care much. He just continued 
to increase his pace until he was slamming his thick 
dick into her with every pump of his hips. He could 
feel himself finally starting to get close, just the 
idea of shooting his cum into her married ass driving 
him towards the edge much quicker.

Closing his eyes, Rick just blocked out everything but 
the feel of her hot hole around his cock, his hands 
gripping her waist tightly as he pounded his big dick 
swiftly in and out of her, his pleasure continuing to 
build more and more until he finally reached the brink. 
Biting back a groan, he could feel himself start to 
cum, his thick white sperm shooting deep insider her 
hot ass. Gritting his teeth, he just worked his hips 
faster and faster as he pumped his cum into her butt, 
driving the full length of his cock swiftly back and 
forth inside her, until he finally began to calm.

Just delivering a few last slower in and out strokes, 
he finally slowly drew his cock out of her ass. "Well, 
I think that completes your physical, Mrs. Carron. I 
believe I can give you a clean bill of health." He told 
her with a smile, lifting himself off the table and 
simply standing beside it.

Rolling slowly back over onto her back, he could see 
the woman panting softly as she gazed up at him, a 
sheen of sweat over her body. "Thank you, Doctor." She 
murmured very softly. "Can I come back in for a check-
up later this week, just to be sure?" she asked, though 
this time her voice was almost a whisper.

His smile just broadened, the idea quite appealing to 
him, even though he knew it was an appointment he'd 
never be able to make it to. Still he responded 
anyways, "Of course. Just make another appointment with 
the receptionist, alright?" he queried. She just smiled 
a bit herself as she nodded.

Suddenly a dizzying sensation swept through his head. 
Raising his left hand to his temple and taking a few 
steps away from the table, he felt strange. He felt 
powerful, not quite the way he'd had the night of the 
run-in with the policewoman, at least not exactly like 
that, but kind of close. He didn't feel twisted the way 
he had that night, but he felt dark, and strong. 

It wasn't until that moment that he bothered to 
consider really testing that power. The psychic girl 
had said he'd gain physical powers as well as mental 
ones, and really he'd already shown signs of it. The 
night he'd killed his father he was stronger then he 
usually was. The night he'd fought the policewoman he'd 
definitely been faster and had better reflexes. He 
suddenly wondered just how strong he was, now.

He didn't really think about what he was doing as he 
walked over to the wall. He wasn't thinking too clearly 
at all at that moment. He wasn't even quite sure 
exactly what he was going to do until his right arm 
suddenly shot forward, slamming into the wall and 
crashing through the plaster and wood and into it. 

Although he hadn't punched all the way through to the 
other side, he'd managed to drive his fist at least 
three-quarters of the way through. And this wasn't some 
cheap paper-thin wall, this building was well-built, 
and tough. His hand should have been hurting like hell, 
perhaps bleeding, possibly broken. And that was despite 
the fact that he shouldn't have made it past the 
plaster at all. Yet all he felt was a slight sting, and 
when he pulled his hand out from the hole he'd made, he 
saw no signs whatsoever of injury. It was a liberating 
experience.

Ashley had lifted herself up a bit and was just staring 
at him with wide eyes. He was just about to say 
something when the nurse rushed in, seemingly having 
been interrupted from whatever she'd been doing. She 
just gaped at the hole for a second before, with a 
glare at him, she started to rush over to get a closer 
look. About five feet away she suddenly tripped and 
half-ran half-fell headlong into him. 

He felt a sudden sharp sting in his stomach, but it 
wasn't until the nurse had recovered that he was able 
to get a clear view and see that somehow the needle 
she'd been holding had wound up getting stuck in him. 
Somehow she'd managed to push the plunger all the way 
in as well, because whatever had been in it before, it 
was empty now. Though she pulled the thing out as 
swiftly as she'd stuck him with it, he was quite sure 
the damage was already done.

Just giving the nurse a look, he shook his head and 
muttered. "Let me guess, that thing was full of the 
bubonic plague?" he asked, expecting that that would be 
just like the twisted sort of way he always got stuck 
with dying these days.

"Of course not. It was just water." She told him. That 
actually seemed even stranger to him then the plague 
would have, but he wasn't given a chance to think on it 
before she added. "Well... Actually, there was 
something in the water."

Yep, that sounded more like what he was used to. "Oh 
yeah? What was it?" he questioned, ready to hear 
anything from ebola to smallpox.

"Well, you shouldn't panic but... What just entered 
your system was a highly accelerated flesh-eating 
bacteria. Necrotizing fasciitis. Only it acts far, far 
faster then is seen in most cases. Sorry." The nurse 
told him, offering a little shrug, as if she'd just 
told him that she'd accidentally misspelled his name on 
a file but that she was sorry and it was easily fixed.

Rick just gave her a look before moving over to grab 
his pants and boxers and start pulling them back on. 
The nurse just watched, only now seeming to notice that 
he'd been half-naked the whole time. Neither she nor 
Ashley said anything though, and finally he had his 
pants on and was walking towards the door when he 
suddenly paused on the threshold.

"I'd rather have had bubonic plague." He told them 
before walking out.

***

"Necrotizing fasciitis huh? I see you've done your 
research."

"Oh yeah. Flesh-eating bacteria are quite fun to read 
up on."

"Still, a great kill. Doesn't rival the trike-by, but a 
great kill, none the less."

"Thank you, thank you."

"He really comes up with some interesting ideas about 
how to get laid, though."

"Definitely. We're going to have to try that doctor one 
sometime."

"A bit more complicated, with our abilities."

"True, but we can pull it off. We just have to figure 
out how."

"And it'd be one hell of a time."

"Sort of the whole point, don't you think?"

"Yeah, yeah. Think he'll come up with any other really 
interesting ones in the time he's got left?"

"We can only hope."

The haze felt almost like it was gripping him. The 
touch didn't seem wholly tangible, but it was 
definitely there. Like a liquid flowing over his skin. 
It was neither warm nor cold, and just as he started to 
really try and focus on it, he felt the jerk.

***

Rick was lounging in his front yard the next day when 
he saw her. He hadn't actually bothered to stay right 
outside his house during the afternoon on any day 
before, still he was annoyed with himself for not 
having thought of it sooner. She was walking from the 
door of her house to the mailbox to pick up the mail, 
her house just happening to be right next to his. 

She seemed lost in thought. Dawn had just turned 
fourteen a couple weeks before, and was a pretty cute 
girl for her age, with fine blonde hair and light blue 
eyes. She had rather smallish tits, but that wasn't 
unusual for one that young. Still, her body interested 
him enough to convince him to take a shot.

He strode over to the fence that separated their yards, 
leaning on the top of it as he waited for her to pull 
the mail from the box, not speaking until she'd just 
started to walk back towards her house. "Hey Dawn." He 
told the girl, putting on an easy laid-back smile.

The girl seemed startled enough that she nearly dropped 
the mail, so fixed had she been on her thoughts. It 
took her a second to realize who'd been talking to her, 
but when she spotted him she just smiled in return and 
walked over to the fence. "Hey Rick. What's up?"

"Oh, not much. I just saw you and felt the urge to talk 
to you for awhile. That is, if you don't mind." He 
murmured, his eyes watching hers as he continued to 
smile the somewhat warm yet confident smile.

"I don't mind." She told him without hesitation. "I 
need to take the mail inside though.. Wanna come in for 
awhile and have a drink or something?" she asked, 
looking a little hopeful.

It couldn't have gone better if he'd planned it, or if 
he'd used his abilities to set it up. But he hadn't, 
and he didn't want to. Not this time, not unless he 
needed to. It'd feel much more like an accomplishment 
if he could get what he wanted without using his mental 
talents. 

"Sure, I'd love to." He responded, just grasping the 
top of the fence in both hands and vaulting it in one 
smooth jump. It was a decent vertical leap, one he 
wouldn't have been able to manage before he'd gained 
his... Physical enhancements. Enhancements that he 
didn't consider to be usage of his abilities, really, 
as they didn't require conscious control. As he landed 
on her side of the fence, he could see a little 
surprise and a little admiration mixed in her eyes, but 
she just smiled again and turned back to keep walking 
towards her door.

Following on her heels, Rick paused as she opened the 
door itself, before striding in after her, just letting 
her close it behind them. "What would you like?" She 
asked as they walked together towards the kitchen. Rick 
had been in her house a few times before over the 
years.

"Uhm... Do you have any sprite or seven-up or anything 
like that?" He wondered aloud.

"Sure. One sprite, coming right up." She told him as 
they reached the door to the kitchen, before she just 
grinned and pointed him towards the living room. With a 
smile and a shrug, he turned and walked where she'd 
directed, letting her head into the kitchen alone. 
Dropping onto the living room's main sofa, his 
attention fixed momentarily on the TV. 

She must've been watching some soap opera or another, 
but Rick couldn't recognize precisely which one it was 
supposed to be. They were all pretty much the same, 
just with different characters. For all the character's 
proclamations of love, every year or two, they'd wind 
up dropping whoever they were with and winding up with 
someone else. Sort of a revolving web. He didn't know 
why anyone would actually watch the stuff.

"Here we go." Dawn said as she strode into the living 
room, carrying two glasses, both filled with clear 
liquid. She offered one to him and he graciously took 
it, taking a long sip of the sprite before just smiling 
at her. Dawn was a friend of his sister's, but she'd 
always seemed to like him well enough as well.

"Think we could change the channel?" he asked, taking 
another sip as he watched her.

"Sure. What do you wanna watch?" she replied, following 
his lead and taking a sip of her own.

"You." He told her with a sly smile. Almost immediately 
she blushed a deep red and ducked her head almost 
shyly. "But as for the TV, I suppose most anything else 
would work. Are there any movies on?"

"Uhm..." She murmured, almost breathlessly, still 
blushing as she picked up a remote control and started 
flipping through the channels before finally settling 
on some movie he'd seen before but couldn't remember 
the name of. "Is that ok?"

"That's fine." He confirmed, his eyes staying more on 
her then the TV. "Why don't we talk more often, Dawn?" 
he asked, the girl seeming visibly aware of his gaze.

"I don't know." She murmured softly. "I mean, you're 
always busy, or doing things with Rachel or.. Stuff 
like that, you know? I didn't really think you wanted 
to talk to me much." She said, her head ducking a 
little more.

"Oh, Rachel." He said, a certain tone creeping into his 
voice that the girl seemed to pick up on. "We're not 
together anymore. She was cheating on me, so we broke 
up recently." He informed the younger girl, who's head 
suddenly shot up, her eyes wide. Technically, it wasn't 
a lie. Since it was at about this particular time on 
the other side of town that Rachel would be fucking 
Jason. And he figured having killed her once was as 
much an end to a relationship as anything.

"Really?" Dawn asked. At his nod, she just blushed a 
little again. "She was beautiful, you know? I thought 
you guys would be together at least until you went away 
to college." She murmured, seeming to think as she said 
it.

"Well, some things just don't work out, I guess. 
Besides, now it gives me more time to spend with you." 
He told her, summoning a smile once more. Again she 
just blushed. "And you're far more beautiful then she 
ever was, if you don't mind my saying."

"I don't mind." She said, barely above a whisper, 
smiling and blushing at the same time.

"I mean, I've always liked you Dawn. You know that, 
right? But I've never been able to tell if, well, you 
like me much." He said, setting his by now empty glass 
aside but keeping his eyes on her all the while.

"I..." The girl murmured, still blushing as she took a 
deep breath and seeming to work up her courage before 
she suddenly blurted out, "I've had a crush on you for 
almost two years." She said, her eyes refusing to meet 
his. "It's just that when you got together with Rachel 
I thought it was hopeless... I couldn't compete against 
her."

Rick was actually shocked, and it wasn't easy to shock 
him anymore. Dawn had had a crush on him all this time? 
If this Dawn did, then that meant the real Dawn did 
too.. And with Rachel being fucked by Jake on the real 
day, his relationship probably was over with her, even 
after he got out of this place. So this was definitely 
something he was going to have to look into, back in 
the real world. After all, the girl might be young, but 
she was pretty cute.

He had to quickly break into his thoughts though to 
think up a swift answer to the girl's confession, and 
when the thoughts weren't swift in coming, he simply 
suddenly reached out to tilt her chin up with one 
finger, until he could lock eyes with her. 

Gazing into her eyes for a few seconds, he finally 
tilted his head in to press his lips gently against 
hers, not getting too aggressive, but just softly 
pressing his lips to hers for a good ten seconds before 
pulling away, his eyes once more seeking hers but 
finding hers closed. Her breath was coming faster, and 
she seemed to be trembling ever so slightly. 

"You could always compete with Rachel, Dawn. If you'd 
just told me sooner, she'd never have been able to 
compete with you." He told her, having finally been 
able to think of a good line.

Slowly she opened her eyes. She wanted to believe. He 
could see it there, plain as day. She wanted very badly 
to believe every word he was saying. "You mean it?" she 
finally asked in a breathless voice.

"Yeah Dawn." he murmured, almost as softly. "I really 
mean it." He told her, reaching out to very gently 
stroke her cheek with one hand. Of course he was lying, 
but she ate it up, just the same.

"I.. I don't know what to say." She said, but there was 
a smile on her face, and her eyes were almost 
sparkling.

"That's ok." He told her, pausing for a second before 
going on. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen your 
room before. Could we go check it out?" he asked, 
keeping his tone innocent enough.

She blinked, seeming split with indecision. She had to 
know that if she took him back to her room, something 
would probably wind up happening. But there was also a 
hint of fear in her eyes. As if she thought that if she 
said no and refused him, he might lose interest in her. 
"Ok." She finally murmured softly, nodding a little.

"Great." He said, smiling as he rose to his feet, and 
just reaching out a hand to help her up. She gazed into 
his eyes as she gently took it and let him draw her to 
her feet. "Lead on." He said, his smile widening.

Gripping his hand a bit tighter, she just drew him 
towards the side of the room and into a hall, carefully 
guiding him about halfway down it before stepping 
through a doorway to the right, releasing his hand as 
she walked further into the room. Idly, as he stepped 
over the threshold himself, he grasped her door and 
shut it behind them. She turned to look at him when she 
heard the door close, nervousness in her expression. He 
didn't say anything, he just walked past her and over 
to her bed, turning to sit down on the edge of it and 
just holding a hand out to her as he watched her.

Slowly she walked over, once more laying her hand in 
his and not showing any resistance as he drew her down 
and towards him, until she was nearly on his lap. He 
released her hand and slid his arms around her, pulling 
her all the way onto his lap as he tilted his head in 
and once more gently pressed his lips against hers. He 
could feel her relaxing in his arms as he softly kissed 
her. 

He held the kiss for a long moment before finally 
gently pulling his head away, offering her a warmer 
smile when he did. "Don't be scared, ok? We don't have 
to do anything you don't want to Dawn. I just want to 
be with you for awhile." He told her softly. A lie, but 
it sounded good, and made him seem like a better guy. 
He'd still get into her pants, he was confident, 
regardless.

She finally smiled back at him again, and once more 
nodded a little. This time it was her head that tilted 
in, their lips once more meeting. He could feel her 
lips part ever so slightly, and he opened his with 
hers, only to suddenly feel her tongue hesitantly 
probing into his mouth. The show of initiative from her 
startled him, but he didn't let himself show it, he 
just let his own tongue move in to welcome hers with a 
couple inviting licks. Her tongue responded to his, and 
for a moment their tongues simply dueled with each 
other, until she finally pulled back to get some air.

"It's even better then I thought it would be." She 
finally whispered as she watched him.

"What?" he queried, puzzled, but keeping the warm smile 
on his face even as he allowed his confusion to show.

"Being with you. Kissing you." She murmured softly.

He just slowly let his left hand slip around from her 
back, along her side, and to her stomach. He saw her 
eyes widen slightly as he slid his hand up along her 
shirt to her chest, to gently cup her small right 
breast through the cloth. "Is it ok?" He asked softly, 
keeping his eyes on hers as he simply gently stroked 
the soft flesh of her breast through the material.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, just closing her 
eyes. Rick tilted his head back in, a bit lower this 
time, continuing to softly caress her breast as he 
pressed his lips against her throat, gently beginning 
to suck the sensitive skin there, and he heard her gasp 
as he did. Delivering a very gentle nibble to her 
throat, he let his hand slide down from her breast to 
the bottom of her shirt, and then up under it. 

He could feel her body tense a bit as his hand moved 
further up, until it finally covered her bare breast, 
her nipple pressing against his palm. He was pleasantly 
surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra. He just let 
his palm rotate ever so slightly against her nipple, 
feeling it stiffen under his touch as he gently nibbled 
on her neck.

Finally he lifted his head away, lightly teasing her 
nipple with the tips of his fingers for a few seconds 
before slowly pulling his hand back out from under her 
shirt. "Have you ever had sex before, Dawn?" he queried 
in a gentle voice. Once more she looked a bit nervous 
but, she finally slowly just shook her head. Laying 
both hands on her waist, he tried to put on an 
expression as close to sweet and sincere as he could 
manage. 

"Then I'd really like to be your first." 

He whispered softly, moving a hand up to lightly stroke 
her cheek. "I want to be with you Dawn... If you want 
me." He murmured softly, pitching his tone of voice 
with the last line so as to imply that if she said no, 
then it might mean that she didn't want to be with him 
period, not just concerning sex.

The look of nervousness on her face intensified. She 
just studied his face for a long moment before 
speaking, "I... Will it hurt?" she whispered. In that 
moment Rick knew once and for all that he had her.

"It'll hurt a bit at first, yeah... There's nothing I 
can do about that. But after awhile it'd feel good, I 
promise. And I'd try to make it hurt as little as 
possible." He told her almost soothingly, continuing to 
stroke her cheek.

"We'd only have a couple hours before my parents get 
home." She said, her body once more trembling a little.

"That's ok. It'll be more then enough." He replied.

"I..." She started, but then stopped, as if not sure 
what to say. Several long seconds passed, before Rick 
finally just moved both his hands in to grasp the 
bottom of her shirt and start drawing it up. She was 
still trembling but she didn't resist him, even lifting 
her arms as he neared them, so that he could slide the 
shirt all the way over her head, up her arms, and off. 
Tossing the shirt to the side, he simply surveyed her 
now nude upper body. Her tits were indeed small, but 
her skin was smooth and unblemished, and somehow her 
innocence made her all the sexier.

"God, you're gorgeous." He murmured as his eyes moved 
over her. A trivial compliment to him, but one he 
needed to give to help her relax. And while she didn't 
stop trembling, he could see a tremulous smile return 
to her face. It remained there even as he reached in to 
start undoing her pants. Unbuttoning them and drawing 
the zipper down, he slid his thumbs underneath the 
waistbands of them and her panties beneath, drawing 
both articles of her clothing slowly down her legs. 

As her pussy came into view, he was surprised to see 
that her pussy hair was the same fine blonde color as 
that of her head. Either she was a natural blonde, or 
she was getting her pubic hair dyed rather young. 
Still, the sight of it roused a hunger in him. Quickly 
he shucked the pants and panties the rest of the way 
down her legs, and hesitantly she stepped out of them. 
"Lay down on the bed." He murmured very, very softly.

Slowly she climbed onto the bed, moving just past him 
before turning over to lay on her back. She was visibly 
trying to still her trembling as she watched him. He 
simply moved to the edge of the bed, between her legs, 
moving in a bit and reaching in to curl his upper arms 
around her thighs as he tilted his head in. He could 
hear her gasp as his lips pressed up against the lips 
of her pussy, his lips just moving lightly against her 
cunt, giving it a long steady kiss. 

After a good twenty seconds he finally let his lips 
open enough for his tongue to slip out between them, 
his tongue lightly slipping between the folds of her 
cunt and into her young gash, beginning to slide up and 
down along the length of her pussy, softly lapping at 
the teen slit before him.

Suddenly he felt one of her hands on his head, gasps 
continuing to emit from her throat as he licked her 
pussy. Just teasing her for now, really, to warm her up 
a bit. His tongue continued working smoothly up and 
down along her gash, avoiding her clit for now, though 
he'd tease her hole with just a little pressure on 
every downward stroke. 

Finally he let his tongue slide all the way up and 
lightly swirl over her clit, Dawn's gasps suddenly 
turning to soft moans as he gently tongued the 
sensitive nubbon. At first he just alternated between 
delivering soft licks to it, and working his tongues in 
circles around it so that one side of his tongue was 
brushing against it at all times. But eventually he 
just settled into fluttering his tongue back and forth 
over it in quick butterfly strokes. He could feel her 
fingers clenching on his hair, before just running back 
and forth through his hair for a couple seconds and 
then clenching again.

Releasing her left thigh, he kept up a steady 
fluttering of his tongue over her clit as he moved his 
right hand in, until he could press his middle finger 
up against her hole. He could feel the slickness of her 
juices, and it only took a second of pressure for the 
tip of his finger to slide into her tight cunt. Swiftly 
he plunged the full length of his finger into her wet 
young pussy in one quick stroke, his tongue working 
swiftly back and forth over her stiff nubbon. Without 
hesitation he began to pump his finger back and forth 
inside her slick tunnel in hard fast strokes, her hand 
suddenly clenching in his hair and staying clenched, a 
low groan emitting from her throat.

"Rick.. Uh! Oh god, Rick." She panted out, her body 
starting to almost writhe beneath him. It was only a 
few seconds later that he felt her fourteen year-old 
cunt start convulsing around his finger, her hips 
thrusting up at his mouth as he settled back into 
simply lapping at her clit, unable to maintain 
fluttering contact with her hips moving like that. Her 
fingers were pulling on his hair almost to the hurting 
point, but he just kept pounding his finger back and 
forth within her spasming pussy, determined just to get 
her back for it later. 

Her moans had almost turned into a near shriek when she 
finally began to calm. Slowing his finger to a quick 
halt inside her, he just gave her clit a few last soft 
licks as he slid his finger back out of her, his tongue 
coming to a halt right after. Lifting his eyes just 
enough to gaze up her body at her face, he could see 
her give him a sheepish look as she gently released his 
hair, a blush spreading over her cheeks.

"Sorry." She murmured softly, her hand giving his hair 
where she'd been pulling a few soft strokes, as if to 
make it better. "But oh my god, Rick... That was... 
Incredible." She whispered softly as he rose up to his 
knees, her hand slipping away from his head as he 
lifted out of range, just staring down into her eyes.

"I'm glad you liked it." He said with a smile, not 
feeling like being any sweeter then that. He'd already 
been sweet enough to near-choke himself on it, all to 
get laid. Now that he knew she wasn't going to refuse 
him, it seemed kinda pointless to waste further effort 
on any more niceties then necessary. Reaching down, he 
grasped his shirt and quickly drew it up over his head, 
tossing it to the side. He could see Dawn staring at 
his body, and that much at least he didn't really mind. 
"You were a gymnast, right?" he asked, suddenly 
remembering.

"Yeah, up until last year. Why?" She murmured, looking 
a little confused.

"Hrmmm.." He said, a sly smile on his face. Rising up 
off the bed, he looked around the room a moment before 
just beckoning to Dawn. He just reached down to start 
undoing his pants as she got up off the bed. Swiftly he 
worked them and his boxers off, ignoring her gasp when 
his large cock came into view. He was used it by now. 
Her eyes were fixed on his cock as he stepped out of 
the clothes, just considering for a second before 
pointing to a desk next to a chair. "Do you think you 
could lift your leg up, put your foot on top of the 
desk, and hold the chair for balance?" he asked her.

It seemed to take a few seconds before she even noticed 
he was speaking to her, but finally she managed to get 
her eyes off his dick long enough to look up at his 
face. "What? Oh... Yeah, sure. Why?" she asked, her 
eyes going right back to his cock.

"Just turn around and try it, you'll see." He told her 
smoothly.

She seemed hesitant to have to look anywhere else, but 
eventually she just took a breath and turned away from 
him, her right hand reaching out to grasp the chair as 
she lifted her left leg. It was actually impressive how 
she managed to draw her leg almost straight up, before 
carefully laying her foot on top of the desk. Staring 
at her sexy young ass, he just moved in behind her, 
hunching down just a bit as he drew within a couple 
inches of her, to alleviate the height difference, 
before grasping his cock and guiding it in. 

The sight and feel of the head of his cock brushing 
against the lips of her pussy caused a rush of 
adrenaline in him. He could feel her body tense a bit 
as he positioned his thick staff against her hole. 
"Ready, Dawn?" he queried. He was going to fuck her 
regardless of her answer, but asking made things 
easier.

At her slight nod, he reached in, grasping her waist 
for balance before he began to drive his hips towards 
her. Even with the slickness of her juices, it still 
took a good five seconds before her tight little cunt 
finally stretched open enough for the head of his cock 
to vanish inside her. Slowly but steadily he began to 
sink his cock into her wet young pussy, inch after inch 
slipping smoothly into her. Her body seemed to tense 
more the more his hard stick slid inside her, and he 
heard a sudden "Ow" escape her lips. He only had about 
four inches of his big dick inside her when he ran up 
against her hymen.

"Alright, Dawn, this is going to hurt a bit, but I 
promise it'll get better." He murmured, not giving her 
time to form a reply before he suddenly drew his hips 
back just enough for a couple inches of his cock to 
slide out of her before suddenly slamming it back in. 
He could feel her hymen tear as his cock plunged deep 
into her cunt. A sudden shriek escaped her throat, but 
he drove his hips forward as far as he could, 
determined to get this part out of the way quickly. 

Still, he only got about seven inches of his thick rod 
inside her before he bottomed out. Gazing at the sight 
of his cock where it vanished inside her pussy, the 
last couple inches still visible just outside her cunt, 
he couldn't get over the lewdness of the sight. It 
simply enhanced the already pleasurable feel of her 
very tight cunt around his large cock. She was the 
tightest one yet, tighter even then his sister had 
been.

He paused there, with over three quarters of his cock 
inside her fourteen year-old pussy, as she whimpered in 
pain. "Just take a minute and try to get used to it, 
Dawn. I won't move until you're ready, so just let me 
know when."

Awhile passed with him just standing there, his thick 
stick resting inside her cunt, feeling fairly annoyed 
at not having gotten to the real fucking yet but trying 
not to show it. He could feel the tenseness of her body 
through her waist, but slowly as time past her whimpers 
faded and she fell silent. Several more seconds passed 
before she finally whispered, "It doesn't hurt so much 
now.. You can move it a bit, but be gentle, ok?" she 
asked softly.

Very slowly he began to work his hips, drawing about 
three inches of his cock out of her before slowly but 
smoothly sinking it right back into her tight hole. It 
was torturous for him to have to keep such a slow pace, 
yet he did just the same, the whole of his mind 
centered on the feel of her young tunnel stretched nice 
and wide around his large staff. He continued just 
shallow thrusts, drawing an occasional soft whimper 
from her, before he finally worked up to pumping four 
inches of his thick rod back and forth inside her, and 
then five. And her whimpers slowly turned to gasps, and 
then to soft moans.

"It.. It feels good." Dawn panted out as he screwed his 
cock in and out of her tight little pussy, his thrusts 
growing steadily harder and faster. He could see a 
coating of her juices and a couple streaks of her blood 
on the length of his shaft on every stroke of his cock 
most of the way out of her pussy, before he'd simply 
plunge it right back into her. Finally he let his right 
hand slide from her waist around to her front and down 
between her legs, his middle finger seeking out her 
clit and beginning to rub the stiff nubbon swiftly back 
and forth as he pumped his big dick steadily in and out 
of her.

She seemed to be having a bit harder time maintaining 
her balance as he fucked his thick stick steadily back 
and forth inside her slippery tunnel, and her upper 
body had arched back slightly against him. Her moans 
grew increasingly louder as his finger swiftly slid 
back and forth over her sensitive clit, her free hand 
reaching up to play with her tits as he pounded her 
pussy with hard swift strokes of his cock.

The feel of her tight young teen cunt wrapped around 
his stick was intense, and he wasn't sure how long he 
was going to last. Hammering his hips steadily back and 
forth faster and faster, he drove his long thick shaft 
deeply in and out of her hot wet hole, his head tilting 
in as he fucked her. Locking his lips over her neck, he 
began to gently bite down on the skin there. This only 
seemed to drive her wild, her hips beginning to work in 
time with the thrusting of his cock back and forth 
inside her, at least as much as her position allowed. 
Her moans turned to a near-whine, his finger flickering 
swiftly over her clit in swift little strokes.

Clenching his eyes shut, it was all he could do to try 
and hold back another moment or so, to enjoy the feel 
of this hot teen cunt just a little longer. But the 
moment he felt her tight pussy begin to convulse around 
his hard cock, it drove him over the edge. His teeth 
suddenly bit down harder on her neck as his hips 
hammered swiftly back and forth, pumping jet after jet 
of his cum deep into her innocent little snatch. She 
didn't even seem to notice the stronger bite, so caught 
up was she in the throes of her orgasm. His finger 
wasn't quite as steady in it's movements back and forth 
over her clit, but still her body trembled against him, 
her velvety tunnel spasming around his shaft as he 
fucked her, until they finally both began to calm.

Drawing his cock smoothly out of her tight hole as his 
hard-on began to deflate, he just grinned. "That was 
great." He said, feeling reasonably proud of himself. 
He'd managed to fuck a girl he'd never even gone out on 
a date with solely based on his talking skills, not 
using one whit of power in the process. Sure, guys 
pulled that off all the time, but for him it was an 
accomplishment. At least now he didn't have to bother 
with the whole being sweet thing anymore. Idly he 
backed up several steps until he could sit on the edge 
of her bed, leaning back on his arms to relax a bit.

"Yeah, it was." She murmured softly, drawing her leg 
back down from the desk before turning to face him, a 
smile on her face. A sudden blush crept over her face, 
and she once more looked kind of nervous. "Rick? I know 
this is kind of sudden... I mean, I know we haven't 
been together awhile or anything but... I think I'm in 
love with you." She said.

It was all he could do not to burst out laughing, and 
he was sure some of the struggle must've shown on his 
face. So what if she'd had a crush on him, he'd fucked 
her once and now she loved him? You'd think she'd have 
more sense then that. She'd barely even spent any time 
around him in the past year. She didn't even know him 
anymore, really. And she thought she was in love? "Is 
that right?" he finally replied, unable to keep his 
amusement out of his voice.

She was hurt, he could see it in her face, but he was 
tired of playing nice. "I know it might take some time 
before you love me back." She said softly. "I mean, 
this has to sound kind of stupid, when we haven't even 
gone out on a date or anything but.. I love you Rick.. 
And if I have to wait, then I will. I'll do anything it 
takes. I'll make you love me." She said, sounding both 
hopeful and somewhat confident. Her words though, only 
served to both amuse him more, and somewhat annoy him.

He couldn't say with absolute surety what caused the 
annoyance, but it sort of felt like she was ruining his 
accomplishment. He'd gone through all the work to get 
her to let him fuck her like a good little girl, and he 
supposed most guys who did this sort of thing, if given 
his position, would only be even happier they'd done so 
well as to make the foolish girl think she loved them. 
But to him it just felt like she was taking away from 
what he'd worked for by making it seem like it had been 
somehow less difficult then it should've been because 
she was already inclined to have feelings towards him.

"Look Dawn. This isn't love. Hell, you probably don't 
even know what love really is. And I can say for a fact 
that I sure as hell don't love you. You shouldn't take 
the things I said earlier to heart. Most of it was just 
bullshit to get into your pants. We had fun, and that's 
great. Leave it at that. I didn't care about you 
before, and the fact that I just fucked you isn't going 
to make me start caring about you now. So just make 
things easier and get over it now." He told her, his 
amused expression remaining on his face, feeling like 
by hurting her he could gain back what she'd taken from 
him. 

He could've gone with insults to try to cause greater 
pain, but that would've seemed sort of overblown. This 
way he was quite sure his words would sound and feel 
more real to her, more genuine, and would run all the 
deeper for it. It was strange, awhile back he actually 
might have cared about her after a day like this. 
Might've fielded her claims of love with further words 
to make her feel better about herself and the situation 
not just for the sake of having her easily available to 
him later, but because he might've actually wanted to 
make her feel good. But now, he really didn't feel one 
whit of emotion for her. She meant nothing to him. Less 
then nothing, really.

He could see the tears forming in her eyes, a 
devastated expression on her face as her body began to 
tremble. "Why..." She said, her voice choked, only 
managing to get the one word out before her mouth 
suddenly clenched shut, one of her hands brushing 
furiously over her eyes. She was doing her utter best 
not to cry, or at least not to let him see her crying. 
So much so that she didn't even manage to finish her 
question, or her sentence. So he decided to just 
respond off what he'd been given.

"Why?" he asked, just smirking as he watched her. 
"Because I felt like it. Because I was feeling horny 
and you looked like you'd be a good fuck, Dawn. And 
I'll give you that much at least. You are a fairly good 
fuck, after all. Stupid, but a good fuck." He said, his 
feeling of accomplishment once more complete as the 
tears now streaked openly down her cheeks.

She just stared at him as she cried, her arms wrapping 
around herself. Finally her head bowed and she spoke 
again at barely more then a whisper, her voice still 
choked, "You're horrible."

"Horrible?" he murmured, his expression hardening a bit 
as he watched her. "Well, horrible is relative, really. 
But yeah, I suppose I am." He said, rising from the 
bed, his smirk turning to something more feral. "But 
you've yet to see even a hint of just how horrible I 
can really be, if I want to be, Dawn." He told her as 
he began to walk slowly towards her. "So perhaps I 
should show you just how horrible I really am."

He wasn't quite sure why her calling him horrible had 
set him off, but he once more suddenly felt like a 
monster, only this time the feeling was almost 
pleasurable. He felt twisted, and it made him feel 
powerful. More powerful even then usual. She backed up 
a few steps as he approached, but she had nowhere to 
go. "Don't you want to see how horrible I am, Dawn?" he 
asked mockingly, almost able to feel the menace in his 
own expression.

"Please... Just leave." She whispered softly, her 
cheeks still streaked with tears, but fear now clearly 
showing on her face.

"Nah. Don't feel like it." He told her, one of his 
hands shooting out to grasp her upper right arm. 
Without another word he turned to begin dragging her 
towards the bed. She struggled against him, tried to 
dig in her feet to stop his pull, but she really stood 
no chance. Not now. She could've been ten times as 
strong as she was and not stopped him. 

Once he got her to the edge of the bed it was easy to 
simply heave her onto it, climbing up after her 
himself. She'd started crawling toward a different edge 
but he simply reached out and grasped her ankle, 
yanking her back over to the center of the bed. In one 
quick motion his free hand shot in to grasp her 
shoulder and roll her over onto her back, his other 
hand releasing her ankle and moving quickly over her 
stomach to pin her down.

"Let me go." Dawn whimpered, seeming very much 
frightened, now.

Gazing down at her, naked and afraid, he could feel 
himself growing hard again. Her fear was almost 
intoxicating. Lifting his hand from her stomach for a 
split second, he quickly shot it up and in to grasp her 
throat instead as he moved in over her. He didn't 
squeeze, but he let the implication rest there. Slowly 
he grasped his cock with his free hand, guiding it back 
in towards her pussy. He could see her eyes widen when 
she realized what he was going to do, and she started 
to struggle. That was when he started to squeeze, and 
almost immediately she went still, her fear plain in 
her eyes.

"Please don't." He heard her plead. As if he cared.

Positioning the head of his cock back against her hole, 
he simply shoved his hips forward, stretching her cunt 
back open and plunging back into her in one strong 
motion. Despite her lack of arousal this time around, 
there was still enough juices left from their previous 
coupling to make the going easier, especially since his 
cock had stretched her cunt not a few minutes before. 
Still, just the same, as soon as he started fucking 
her, she began to cry again, this time more quietly. 
She just stared past him, up at the ceiling, as the 
tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Pounding his thick cock deeply in and out of her tight 
pussy at a nice swift pace, he once more started to 
squeeze her throat. She was trying to distance herself 
from what he was doing, to center on the ceiling, but 
he wasn't going to let her. And sure enough, as soon as 
his grip on her throat had tightened enough for it to 
start to hurt, her eyes suddenly shifted to meet his. 
Immediately he loosened his grip, just tilting his head 
down and in to lick some of her tears from her cheeks 
as he screwed his big rod back and forth inside her.

He could hear her whimper beneath him, and it made her 
tears taste almost sweet somehow. He knew the taste was 
just in his head, but he could still sort of phantom-
feel it on his tongue. "What, don't like being my 
little slut anymore, Dawn?" he demanded fiercely as he 
hammered his large cock steadily in and out of her hot 
young hole. She didn't respond, her crying just turned 
out outright sobbing, the noises emitting from her 
throat driving him to new heights.

He just chuckled softly as he hammered his big dick 
back and forth inside her tight tunnel, enjoying the 
feel of her hot little pussy around his cock. Her 
misery seemed to enhance every stroke for him. He could 
feel his balls slapping against her ass as he drove his 
long thick cock smoothly in and out of her, and the 
force of his thrusts was rocking her body back and 
forth a bit on the bed. Lifting his head up from her 
cheeks, he just stared down at her eyes as he raped 
her. At first he found that she'd shut them as soon as 
he wasn't looking but, even a slight squeeze to her 
throat was enough to get her to open them again. He 
liked what he saw in her eyes.

"Tell you what, Dawn." He told her in a mocking tone as 
he fucked her. "You might not get to love me, but you 
can love my cock, if you want." He said, grinning 
cruelly down at her as he rammed his large staff deeply 
in and out of her young cunt. He could already feel his 
pleasure beginning to build, the feel of her tight hole 
stretched around his cock multiplied several-fold by 
the exhilaration he was getting in taking her against 
her will. Her tears had stopped, there was a lost look 
in her eyes, a distance. He wasn't so sure it'd be as 
easy as squeezing her throat to get her focus back this 
time.

Annoyed, Rick redoubled his efforts, fucking the 
fourteen year old beneath him with a savage ferocity. 
It only took a few seconds more before the first jet of 
his cum shot into her cunt, his hips fucking his stick 
steadily back and forth inside her as his cum sprayed 
along the inner walls of her pussy. Finally though he 
began to calm, and he found his ferocity suddenly 
turning cold and calculating. Sliding his cock smoothly 
back out of her pussy, he tightened his grip on her 
throat.

At first there was no response, even when he reached 
the point where he knew she must feel pain, but a few 
seconds later her eyes suddenly focused on him again 
and she started to struggle. The power he felt in that 
moment was beyond belief. It was like an electrical 
current that was running through him. An energy burning 
in his veins. He just kept closing his hand, applying 
more and more pressure. It was easy, really. Her 
struggles increased, he was sure it must hurt like 
hell, but probably not as much as suffocating would 
have. Finally, with one last sharp squeeze, he heard 
her neck snap, and she was still. Killing her satisfied 
something deep inside him. There was a strange and 
twisted pleasure to it.

As the rush of power that had charged him began to 
fade, Rick just paused. It was usually about this time, 
within the first couple minutes after he'd finished 
fucking someone, that he wound up dead. The day of his 
mom and sister, the day he'd first killed someone, was 
the only exception. He wasn't quite sure whether to 
define that one as he hadn't finished yet, or he'd 
finished and then later been able to start again... 
Either way, the rest all fit the pattern. So he just 
sat and waited for awhile, wondering how he'd wind up 
dying this time. Five minutes passed with nothing 
happening, and then ten. Finally he just decided he 
must've been wrong, and hopped off the bed.

Striding around the room gathering up his clothes, Rick 
began to put them on as he walked towards the front 
door. That was an interesting exercise, trying to dress 
while in motion. He was very careful in drawing the 
zipper on his pants up, as that was really the only 
instrument on his clothing that he figured might be 
used in some insane way to kill him, but the zipper 
didn't bite. 

At the front door, Rick slowly opened it and peeked 
out. He looked left, he looked right, and nothing. No 
cars, no people, no animals, no strange objects, 
nothing. But then, given the way he'd wound up dying of 
late, that didn't mean much. Finally he carefully 
stepped out of the house, taking several steps forward 
before suddenly jumping back. It was a precautionary 
measure, just in case, but nothing happened, and the 
area around him was still clear. Just as Rick was about 
to relax, it finally occurred to him to look up. 
Tilting his head back, he saw the dark object falling 
towards him only a split second before it hit him.

***

"You hit him with an anvil." A voice said. Rick 
couldn't quite read the feelings behind the tone.

"I hit him with an anvil." The other voice agreed.

"You actually dropped an anvil out of the sky, onto his 
head." Rick thought this time he read both disbelief 
and amusement mixed in the tone.

"Indeed. Sort of reminiscent of a cartoon, don't you 
think?"

"I guess it's fairly funny in a weird sort of way." The 
first voice conceded.

"But it doesn't beat the trike-by."

"Nope, it doesn't beat the trike-by."

"You're up next."

"And I'm going to beat the trike-by."

"You've got your idea planned?"

"I do. And this one is unbeatable."

"Alright. Let's see it."

The haze felt like it was suffocating him. It was like 
being wrapped in layers upon layers of very heavy 
cloth. It wasn't just a liquid-feel anymore. It was 
definitely tangible. It flowed in and out of his 
airways, made his head and body feel extremely strange. 
This time, the yank brought with it a sharp stab of 
pain as he was drawn away.

***

Rick strode into Rachel's parents room. It was morning, 
so there was no one in the house. He'd known where to 
find the key, so it had been only too easy to get in. 
Sliding out the drawer on the desk next to their bed, 
he drew out the gun, just staring at it as he pushed 
the drawer back in. He knew what he was about to do was 
a big step. Crossing a line he wasn't sure could be 
uncrossed. But he didn't care. He knew what he wanted, 
and he knew what he felt. Nothing else mattered. He was 
so tired of this place. Tired of even considering 
feeling sorry for the people in it. They were nothing. 
They didn't matter, not to him, and certainly not to 
their counterparts in the real world.

As Rick strode back towards the door that would lead 
him out of the house and to his car, he thought about 
what would come after. He knew what he was going to do, 
after what he had planned for today. It would be 
pointless, he knew, but it seemed right somehow. 
Perhaps he'd even learn something. But for now, he had 
to focus on the task at hand. He had a vague impulse to 
check the gun's clip, just to see how many bullets the 
thing held. It'd be useful to know, after all. But he 
didn't feel like it. He'd find out when it came to it, 
it'd be more interesting that way.

Striding out the door and along the driveway to his 
car, Rick walked around to the driver's side door and 
opened it. Idly he tossed the gun onto the passenger 
seat. He couldn't efficiently hide the thing until 
after he got there. At least, not without making 
driving uncomfortable as hell. Slipping onto the 
driver's seat, he reached into his pocket to pull out 
his keys. Soon... Soon the fun would begin.

To be continued...

(And Part 3 ends thus. Stick around for the 4th and 
final part, to find out exactly what it is Rick's 
planning on doing. To find out whether he's finally 
able to escape or not. And to find out what happens 
with Leon and Max once everything's over with. And just 
when you think the deaths have gotten too bizarre, 
beware, it gets worse. Oh yeah, and now that I think 
about it... Stay tuned for the sex. =P.)

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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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