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Story: When the Dark Wins
He towered over me, dressed sharply in a suit and tie, which somehow gave him an even more ominous appearance of power and authority. I watched as he shrugged out of his jacket while kicking off his shoes. Pulling off his tie, he said, “You want it don’t you? You want my cock. You want to be fucked hard.”
I knew better than to protest. I wondered would he care if I could? If I did protest and he could hear me… would he stop? By the look in his eye, I thought not.
Leaning over my prone body, he tore at the knot which secured the school uniform shirt.
“Get this fucking stupid uniform off. I want you naked.”
Next, he tore at the skirt.
Humiliation swept over me.
Looking down I could see the large lush swells of breasts, far larger than mine had been in real life. Hard looking pink nipples poked upward. I saw a flat stomach and an unnaturally narrow waist. My legs were bent at an odd angle…spread open to expose a smooth, plastic vagina. Was there a hole there? For his… his cock? Like there was a hole where my mouth should be?
Jesus fuck.
It was my body… but it wasn’t.
Still, being exposed before the hard gaze of a stranger, my legs open as if I were willing… it was too much.
I started to scream. I didn’t care if no one could hear me. I could hear me, for now that was enough… it had to be enough… it was all I had.
Steve grabbed both my ankles and wrenched them up and back. Pushing till they were behind my head. I could feel the silk of his tie as he wrapped it around my legs and secured it tightly.
Oh God! It hurt. My human body would never have bent this way. The pain was unbelievable. As if I were being pulled and crushed at the same time.
“That’s it. Ankles behind your head, like a good whore. What should we call you tonight? I need a good stripper name. How about Trixie? Yeah, Trixie the whore.”
He undid his black leather belt. Grasping the end with the buckle, he swatted the leather strap across my exposed ass and pussy. The contact felt like a brand. Burning my skin and leaving it feeling bruised.
“How’d you like that? Damn I wish these things came with some kind of speaker. It would be a lot more fun if I could hear your screams.”
‘I am screaming,’ I thought pitifully.
His pants and boxers lowered to the ground. I watched as he tore at his shirt with anxious fingers. The bulbous head of his cock bobbed under the shirttails. Its mottled purple flesh in stark relief against the starched white of the cotton shirt.
Lying on the sofa, all I could see was his broad, hair covered chest through my stretched legs as he positioned himself over me. With one full thrust, he impaled me on his cock.
He thought he was just fucking a sex doll.
I knew he had just taken my virginity.
My head bumped against the sofa armrest as he plowed into my unresisting body. Each movement of his cock sent a fresh wave of clenching, grasping pain up my spine. It felt as if he were fucking me raw. If I had been human, at least the blood from my maidenhead would have provided some slick comfort. I was denied even that as his hard sweaty flesh slid against my smooth plastic insides.
Steve groaned and, as if on impulse, he leaned down and bit my nipple. Making a growling sound, he pulled hard on it with his teeth.
No! Oh God! No! You’re tearing it! Stop! Stop!
Looking down in horror, I could see his teeth marks forever cut into the molded plastic breast.
He continued to relentlessly pound into my body.
“That’s it, Trixie. You whore. Take it. Take my cock,” he groaned.
My name is Jane.
My name is Jane.
I’m Jane.
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