# Invasion

By: Imma Scared

(This tory is based on a another short story by an unknown author)

I couldn't believe it was happening. I had to believe it; my mind was not able to escape to the safety of irrational denial. Instead it flashed back, flashed back in disjointed images to the events leading up to this one moment, this one moment in my life which wasn't happening....

I had come home that day after work just like every other day, tired but thankful that she had such enjoyable work.

I had a position that daily challenged my mind, and often required me to work long hours. Which gave me a good excuse to have an almost non-existant social life.

I saw myself enter the front door, go to fridge for a Coke and then sit down on the couch in my small apartment to relax. I had almost dozed off when asudden sound roused me.

Startled, I looked up to see Mike, the building manager looming over me.

"Mike,"I remembered myself saying, "what are you doing here?"

"There seems to be a leak in the basement," Mike said, "and I thought it might be coming from your bathtub"

"Oh"I said, "I don't think there's anything wrong with the tub, but let's go look." I saw myself lead him to the bathroom. I remember that I cold tell that he had not moved past my bedroom door.

I remembered that whenI had turned around,I was surprised to find him standing so close we were almost touching, and started a little bit. I felt small standing next to him, fo rwhile I am 5'7, he was at least 6'6 and must have weighed 280 pounds, tho there was very little fat on his huge frame.

I suddenly felt fear looking at him, his shaved head glistening somehow emphasizing the intensity of the hard stare he directed toeards me. Suddenly his hands lashed out towards me, and pushed me against the wall.

My mind now saw him with his arms on either side of me, his hard, heavy body trapping me against the wall, my own hands palm out, an inch from his chest.

With one hand, Mike, unzipped his pant, releasing his huge 12 inch cock twisted with thick evil-looking veins, which thrust from his dark thatch of pubic hair like a deadly weapon.

"Mike! Let me go!"I demanded. "Stop playing around like this!"

"What the fuck make you think I'm playing?", he hissed. "I'm gonna give you what you been beggin for, slut!"

"What was he talking about?" my mind quailed. What was going on? But I knew. I disn't want to know, but I knew.

"Let me go or I'll scream!" I yelled, panic beginning to overwhelmi me. "I mean it."

"Go on, scream! Aint nobody gonna come to your rescue.", he laughed. And he was right. In this neighborhood, few people responded to screams. Mike was free to do with me as he wished!

A vivid picture flashed through my mind, and my saw my self dragged to the floor, the heavy weight body of Ted taking her breath away as we struggled together on the floor.I gasp and scream of "No! Mike! Stop! Let me go! I'm a virgin!" echoed again in my mind as I remember Mike finally pinning my arms above my head with one hand while he grabbed my throat with the other.

I see Mike's face grinning at me. I hear him again, laughing, as he says., "I'm glad you're a virgin. This'll be all the sweeter!"

I remember the blind terror of Mike's hard strong hand closing on my throat, the pressure cutting off her air, the sure knowledge of my immanent death,my body's panicked attempt to escape.

"You better pray that you please me! Otherwise I'll kill you," he said, lust distorting his features into a demon's mask, his hand releasing my throatand allowing me to breathe freely. His hand moved down, ripping my blouse from my body.

"Please, Mike..." I whimperedas he continued tearing at my clothes.

"Shut. Up." he growled, his hand moving back to my throat, squeezing. "Just shut up."

So she froze in fear as he exposed her breasts to his hands, as he pinched them and squeezed them, as he tore off my skirt and underwear, and painfully jamming his fingers into my dryvirgin pussy.

Mike shifted his body over me, grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back at the same time he threw his weight forward. I screamed in sheer agony as his massively hard and thick manhood tore past my pussy lips, and painfully impaled me. The lips of my assaulted pussy splayed grossly under the onslaught of the lust bloated prick. And still he thrust, until he ripped apart my cherry in red-hot blaze of pain!

Unbelievably, more of that gigantic prick was forcing its way relentlessly into me. I clenched my fists in pain and prayed for it to end as the tortureof Mike's merciless cock tore onwards intome.

It bore in and I cried out, pleading for him to stop the onslaught. But Mike only laughed like a fiend.

He paused for a second, and whispered in my ear, "This is the tightest, sweet pussy I've ever pounded my cock into, why in the world should I stop?"

Then Mike began to withdraw and it felt like he was pulling my insides out with his penis. Then he gave a sudden mighty thrust until I finally felt the large plum-like head bump the very limit of my insides. They was a great cramping as it seated itself up against my cervix, but still Mike rammed into me.

I screamed inin pain as the massive piston-like prick pounded against the back wall o my pussy. He pulled back and I felt the lips of my pussy pulling and dragging at his cock as if it did want to let him go. It felt as though all of my guts were trailing out after my rapist's weapon.

He rammed back in and I literaaly felt every obe of his 12 inches were impale me, and bash against my womb's door. He continued to rape me with slong punishing strokes, a little whimper of pain escaping my lips on each thrust.

I could feel every bump and vein on his huge penis as it entered and exited my pussy again and again, yet he continued topound his prick into my pussy with a furious pace that seemed to get faster and harder.

He grabbed me around the shoulders so that he could fuck me harder, pounding into my pussy. At this point, I remembered, my mind had begun to tell me that it wasn't happening. That Mike wasn't here raping me. It wasn't me wasn't lying there, frozen in fear and pain, her face a blank mask of horror; Iwasn't feeling him slobbering on her neck, wasn't feeling his piston-like prick plunging and pounding my poor pussy. It wasn't happening. It wasn't happening.

The images swirling through her shocked mind flashed to the present, where I felt him stiffen and stop moving. He lay on top of me for a moment, then stood up.

He stood there overshadowing me while fisting his cock, which even semi-limp, looked humongous. And as it became erect again, it looked bigger than before, the huge, hairy nuts swayed underneath the shaft.

"Get up, little fuck-toy!", Mike said pointing to the bedroom, "Let's have a little comfort for your secons lesson!"

To be continued?

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