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La Sombra (Parts 1 and 2)
« on: March 17, 2017, 03:54:55 PM »
WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex.  This story features characters under the age of 18.  If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is fiction and no characters in it resemble any real persons.  If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime, and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. This story is only fantasy.

Story Codes: MFf, rape, horror, violent, teen, oral, mc, tort, humil, size.


Author's Note: Though there is a supernatural angle to this story, it’s primarily rooted in one individual’s sexual conquest over another. Therefore, I don’t consider it a “supernatural story” as much as an interplay between two individuals. It is also EXTREMELY violent, but there's a bit of a build up in each part. So, I ask that if you like your stories absolutely brutal, you either hang-in there or skip about 2/3 down. I plan to have more parts to the story, if anybody shows interest in reading it. If so, please comment and tell me what you liked, or would like. Please show mercy on spelling and punctuation as I didn't have a copy editor on this. Enjoy.



La Sombra

By LonelyEmber

Part One:

     The stranger stood motionless on the garden path, beyond the reach of the streetlamp’s flickering glow, which cast patches of the suburban neighborhood in a weak, orange hue. Shielding himself from what little of the ambient light could find him beneath an ivy-covered trellis set into the white-picket fence bordering the property, he breathed in his surroundings. He allowed the details of the night reveal themselves to him, building the memory of this moment into a living thing that could dwell within him forever.
Twisting branches of white oak stretched into the sky like great black veins across an even darker sky, the trees having mostly shed themselves of the vividly-colored leaves that only weeks prior flooded the isolated world of the cul-de-sac and surrounding community. The air was crisp enough to sting the skin, though little wind stirred, lending the feeling of an instant suspended in time, pregnant with possibility.

     He had pondered this night, in his quiet moments, for over a week leading up to where he now stood, transfixed, lost in the embrace of potential approaching realization. He had explored, frantically and methodically in his imagination, the many horrors he could force onto the world had he only one night to bring them to fruition. Of course, with eternity as his playground he would have far more than a single night to explore existence unfettered by the increasingly-relative concepts of good and bad. The stranger had evolved beyond subjective social conventions, and felt the desire to learn what new role he was to play. He stood on the outside of humanity, looking in at the trivial motions of survival and tribalism that they allowed themselves to play out over the millennia of their existence as a species. The stranger, however, was a species of one.
    
     Shadows loomed, and crawled, and slid across the house and yard, hiding the comings and goings of the occasional pest or insect from the inhabitants within had they chosen to peer outside from the safety of their windows. But they were long since asleep in their beds, the last light within having been snuffed out hours before. They breathed softly, slumbering in their warm beds, sheltered from the growing cold outside, which threatened frost to the unlucky few who were still active and weary in the dark hours after midnight.

     The stranger didn’t concern himself with cold, it hadn’t affected him in quite some time. He was aware of the changes in temperature. However, pain as a whole, from weather, to blade, to falls from great height, were no longer an issue. He reached out with both his arms and his silhouette began to lose focus as the darkness of the garden path seemed to increase in volume around him, pulling him down into the shadows of the cobblestone pathway. His body, as it was, dissolved and melded with the darkness, losing dimension, even as he grew in intent. He slid forward over the stones, toward the house, moving over and through the grass, which grew in spurts, leaving the blades as undisturbed, as if it were only the idea of malice that paced toward the abode. Darkness incarnate left no trail, made no sound, as he drew nearer. The wooden stairs gave no creak as he passed over them. No sound of his presence could be heard from within as an arm subtly reached up from the dark porch floorboards, sliding over the door, feeling every grain in its cool, varnished mahogany.

     The door was expensive, as was the house itself. Set in an upscale, closed community, the entire neighborhood lent itself the air of manufactured safety. There was a steel gate, over 15-feet high at the entrance to Hollow Groves, set between impressive marble pillars, which required a code to be punched into an intimidating-looking box, only after being checked in by a guard who looked more formidable than your average half-retired rent-a-cop. But none of that held the slightest challenge for the presence on the Lanka family’s front porch, as all those barriers were meant to hold at bay danger of the corporeal variety.

     The darkness further pooled at the door’s base and passed, undeterred, through the tiniest of cracks beneath it, and growing in size on the marble tile within. No lights shined in the house from where he stood in the first-floor vestibule, save for the stabbing green flicker of an LED light on the security pad affixed to the wall by the entrance. He rose from the puddle of darkness on the ground, allowing himself a few feet of height, as he decided on his next step. Even taking a solid form would grant him the same advantage of soundless passage that he enjoyed in two-dimensions, but ultimately, he decided against that course of action. Though he was most comfortable, and familiar, with walking around on two legs, and interacting with his environment like any other man, he was now dealing with a situation that presented him with certain dangers. Out of prudence, he sank back the cold marble and vanished.

     There was something existentially calming to him about shedding his physical body. Though, when he took the approximate form of a man he was better able to manipulate the world around him, as shadow, the physical laws that guide the world seemed to bend in his favor. Here, in the emptiness of the house’s first floor, he felt his presence swell to fill the darkness around him. He was, at once, a part of the tile, feeling every imperfection on its surface, as well as above it, his will and intent radiating out from the ground in tendrils of formless nothing. Had there been the total darkness of the grave in that house he would have occupied every point of it at once, but there was nearly always some degree of ambient light encroaching into, and limiting, his domain.
 
     The stranger-as-darkness reached out with his mind. Tendrils like vapor “sniffed” at the air, searching for the familiar, static, energy that marked the slumbering thoughts of minds at play in dreams of metaphor and hidden insecurities. Immediately, he sensed them. Like fading echoes of laughter, at the peripherals of his consciousness, were five steady pulses of life, above him, spread throughout the house’s enormous second floor. He knew what to do. He had run through his plan countless times, though the thought that it was finally happening filled him with a nervous energy.

     Moving with purpose, the formless shadow glided across the floor, ignoring the staircase, and up the wall beside it without pausing. As it reached the second-floor landing, it continued until it reached the ceiling and continued down the hallway at the right of the stairs. He didn’t hesitate at the first or second door, as he could tell that there was nothing of interest within, and pressed steadily on towards the unmistakable signs of the house’s two eldest inhabitants, sleeping side-by-side in the master bedroom. Unworried about disturbing their rest, he slid along the ceiling through their door, left open a crack, and found the married couple. Each in their mid-to-late sixties, the two had chosen to start a family later in life, in favor of their education, careers, and subsequent immigration to the U.S.. The stranger knew that the couple was actually quite brilliant, the patriarch a pioneer in plastic surgery, and she a tenured professor at an elite university. He chuckled to himself, realizing how much he respected their achievements and what they must have had to fight against to make their dreams a reality, even as the stranger was setting out to destroy their lives.

     The shadow grew once again, taking human shape. Tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, he chose this shape, less for sheer strength, and more for agility. His arms and legs were sinewy and powerful, emulating the imposing power of an ape or lion over the raw destructive power of a bull. On the ceiling, he stood tall as if gravity applied to him only as he wished it to, and craned his head up, from his vantage point, towards the floor, the bed, and the couple beneath him. Reaching towards them both, one with each hand, grazing their foreheads gently. Then, applying slightly more pressure, his middle and index fingers on both hands punctured through skin and skull, digging slightly through the soft, gray flesh of their brains without a hint of the violation. The couple didn’t stir or otherwise acknowledge the man as he went about his labors. He felt their memories slide up his fingers, into his arms, and up into his mind. He watched as the swirling imagery danced in his mind’s eye, saw hopes and triumphs, mistakes and pains, play out in rapid vignettes, each one a single indelible memory in either of their lives. Uninterested in their trials and tribulations, the stranger sent their memories careening back into their heads like poison being plunged through a syringe, carrying with them a small gift. A seed of his own dark intent, born of anger and perversity, left to grow and thrive. The seed spoke to the sleeping couple, its message was simple. Obey, said the seed. Obey in all things forever. And always, always be loyal… Now, sleep…

     He withdrew his hands from their prone forms, still dozing undisturbed, and continued on his dark errand. The first part was done. He became a patch on the ceiling once again and hurried, growing excited. He repeated the act on their ten-year old son, one room down and across the hall, who held no interest for him. Then quickly flickered back into the hallway and flew softly back up the hallway along the wall, toward the landing and past, to the west wing of the house, and the final two inhabitants.

     He watched the teenage girl beneath him, as she slept, poised above her like a snake, coiled to strike. The older couple had two teenage daughters. This was the younger of the two, Priya. She was 16 and had very fair skin, short hair, dyed a vibrant blue, and was very, very beautiful. Her hair showed the spark of rebelliousness that yearned to express itself, for their family insisted on conservative clothing. Tonight, she wore only a light-pink tank top, and possibly boy shorts hidden beneath a thick down comforter. The blanket had slid to the side exposing the soft caramel skin of her smoothly shaved right leg, and the painted-black toe nails of her delicate foot. The stranger felt his hunger surge, imagining with vivid clarity the viciousness of what he was going to do to her, but forced himself to take a moment and regain composure. He had debated for some time, this exact dilemma. Though the world now stood at his mercy, tonight was the very first time that he’d inflict himself on someone. He would never get another first time, and he had to make it special. Resolved, he planted his seed in Priya’s helpless mind, pausing to pay attention for the first time to the memories enacting themselves for his amusement. Searching quickly, the stranger found what he was looking for. Surrounded by the tempest emotions of longing and romance, was the image of a boy from Priya’s private school. He had dark blonde hair, a strong jawline, playful smirk, and kind blue eyes which made Priya’s legs rubbery when he looked at her. The vision of him was speaking to her, clearly an important recent memory for her, but the stranger couldn’t have cared less about the details of a teenage girl’s conversation. He dug into her feelings and let himself fall into her memory. He was a foreign entity here and the memory treated him with indifference, but it was Priya’s mind that gave birth to it, so the stranger stood behind her and leaned over her shoulder, bringing his lips to her ear.

     “He sure is good looking, isn’t he?”
 
     Priya reacted to the stranger’s voice and presence without surprise, and responded as if he were merely an extension of herself. Like talking to a best friend, or even to herself. “Absolutely!” she replied, “he’s the hottest boy ever. I love him so much.”

     “Ever fucked him?” he said with a smirk.

     “No!” she laughed aloud, smiling. “Of course, not! I barely know him… I bet it’d be great though.”

     “Well, who have you fucked? Who’s the first guy you ever fooled around with?”

     Priya’s memory of herself grinned. “My parents would kill me if I ever kissed a boy before I was eighteen, you know that. I can’t even be alone with one, outside of school or otherwise.” She paused, lost for a moment. “I think about it a lot though.”

     “I bet you do.” And with that, the stranger removed himself from the memory, leaving everything where he found it, with the exception of the seed, which had begun to take root even before he pulled his hand away from her furrowed, sleeping brow.

     Now, he thought to himself, the show can start.

     Unlike the stranger’s previous interactions with the house’s inhabitants, once he reached the door to the final bedroom, he slid from the ceiling, down the wall to floor, and took shape outside her door. He had reduced the risk of disaster to himself to is satisfaction, and should any noise be made this point going forward, neither the family would wake, nor were they close enough to any neighbors to likely hear across the vast property, with groves of trees planted between and behind the houses, specifically to dampen noise and add to their privacy. He planted both feet, silently onto the floor and gently turned the knob to her closed bedroom. The door made an audible click and the stranger swung it open slowly. Already one with the darkness, he needed no time for his eyes to adjust on the room before him. Framed movie posters, vases with fake flowers, a well-used vanity mirror with photos taped to its borders, old trophies on cluttered shelves, and white Christmas lights hung unplugged, all decorating the large bedroom. Sweetly scented candles and a hint of incense hung on the air.

     Laying in her queen-sized bed, with a down comforter similar to her sister’s, was the eldest child of the Lanka family, Daya. Daya was two years older than her sister Priya, but save for her unblemished, fair skin, she was a different breed of girl altogether. The stranger spent a great deal of time memorizing every curve of her body, her thick, naturally-pouty lips and full light-brown eyes. She didn’t dye her hair like her sister, instead leaving her black hair to grow long, to the middle of her back, but it was so thick that her hair would naturally billow around her shoulders as she walked. As she slept, her hair lay across her pillow and to her sides like a soft ebony halo. The floor of her room was thickly carpeted and felt good beneath the stranger’s toes as he strode to her motionless figure. He hovered over her, transfixed that he was finally this close to his quarry, and enjoyed her obliviousness to what was about to happen. The stranger allowed his body a final push towards solidity, feeling the hairs on his arms prickle in excitement, his heart thunder, and, most importantly, his cock begin to stiffen. He debated with himself, the size of weapon he’d use against Daya, even as he stood there breathing in her scent. He wanted this to be special, effortlessly beautiful in his mind, but imagine the shock on her face at seeing the threat of a truly enormous appendage intent on violating her! He could always choose to show mercy to the girl later, of course, and scale it down, but the theatricality of desecration was as delicious as the act itself. So, there it hung flaccid and stiffening, ten-inches long, almost grazing Daya’s shoulder. Her large bed was set in the corner against both walls, but she was sleeping at an angle, her upper body near the open edge where he could stand at its side leering over her.

     Savoring every second, the stranger pressed his index finger to her forehead, and with a perverse thrust, penetrated her brain. The seed entered her mind as it had those of the rest of her family, and spread out, sending roots to every corner of her mind. Obey, in all things forever. Repeated the seed. And always, always be loyal. Now, sleep…
But this time the seed continued, given added voice by the stranger’s hunger. You are helpless... You are weak… You struggle, but you cannot fight… You scream to the world, but no ear will hear your cries…

     Satisfied, the stranger removed his hand and grabbed the top of her comforter, raising and pulling it down to the foot of the bed, and letting it fall to ground in a heap. He did the same with the sheet underneath, revealing Daya in full. She wore flannel pajamas with purple and red floral designs. The stranger knew that he wanted the girl to experience every moment to its fullest, but looking at the buttons of her flannel top decided that it might be easier for him later to remove it now, while she slept rather than during her inevitable struggle. So, one by one, the man undid each metal button, beginning at the top and working his way down. As he came to the last clasp, he reached up and, with an expectant grin, pealed open her shirt exposing her chest to the chill autumn air. Her breasts moved softly, up and down, as she breathed, her nipples hardening. Her breasts were full and magnificent, and even as she lay on her back, had a perkiness that only youth could account for.

     Daya was a tall girl, easily 5’8, slender at her waist with long shapely legs, displaying her unwavering athleticism, but her hips were extravagant, mirroring her bust. Her memories, which the stranger now had complete access to, showed her having to give up swimming and track only recently, as the reality of her feminine endowments became undeniable. There wasn’t a sport’s bra in the world that could stop her breasts from injuring her back as she ran, and she lost whole seconds during her last swim meet as aerodynamics became a thing of the past. That didn’t stop her from honing her form, however, from trying to give herself the perfect body without resorting to her father’s trade to make it happen. She began modelling on social media, without her parents’ knowledge, and over a remarkably-short amount of time, gained an enormous fan following. Her followers grew into the tens of thousands, who received sometimes daily shots of her, clad in sport’s wear, before and after workouts. Unknown to her, she had attracted the worst kind of attention.

     The stranger marveled at her perfect breasts, and before he could stop himself, lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the tender brown skin of her areola, and sucked on her right nipple. Daya didn’t stir, even as he bit lightly into her tender skin, blood flooding from his heart to his cock, filling it till it reached eleven solid inches. He reached up with his right hand and found her other breast with it, sliding it up and over, caressing her nipple and squeezing the meaty orb. The stranger breathed deep the scent of lavender as he savored the taste of her flesh. He ran his hands down her torso as he sucked and lapped at her breast, and caressed the well-defined abs on her lithe body. He leaned over her and took her left breast into his mouth, famished at the thought of consuming her, finally. With great difficulty, he pulled himself away as her nipple fell from his lips with a small, audible ‘pop.’ He pulled the shirt up, from behind, as he lifted her almost into a sitting position, unceremoniously wrestling it from her uncooperative body, and let her fall back to the mattress with a flop.

     There, everything was absolutely perfect. The man stepped onto the bed and placed a foot on either side of her prone body, so that he stood over her, unmistakably nude and dangerous. His cock jutted out from his body, hungrier than its master’s own appetites, superimposing itself over the image of the unconscious Daya. The stranger considered Daya’s perspective for a moments and allowed his dick to grow even more obscene. It strained and expanded. He let it settle at fourteen inches, two-inches wide, bulging hideously with curling veins running its length. A nightmare made manifest, fit for his darling Daya.

     The stranger snapped his fingers and her eyes flickered open, dazed and weary with sleep. Her hand slid over the sheet as she raised it to her face and rubbed her eyes. She paused, and the other hand reached to her nipple, wiping away the saliva that had grown cold. Removing her hand from her eyes, she began to look toward the hand, now slick with the unfamiliar liquid, but with a sickening start, became instantly aware of the man standing over her with his rigid, cartoonish member wavering within arm’s reach. Daya lashed her feet out, trying to gain purchase enough to back towards the head of her bed, and braced her arms against his legs trying to push the immediate threat away.  But she was weak. Her legs could only struggle fruitlessly in the air, and writhe against the bed. As soon as her hands touched the man’s legs her heart sunk into terror, as she couldn’t deny the reality of his warm, solid body.

     “What the fuck- get away…” she tried to cry out, but her voice was a quarter of what she intended. Panic overcoming her, she just cried “No!” as the man lowered himself to sit on her taut, toned stomach. He let his full weight press down, knocking the wind from her, and laid his throbbing cock down between her breasts, which were now shuttering with fear.

     “Shhh…” he said, grabbing her arms and guiding them like an invalid’s, tucking them beneath his knees. His erect penis, now so long that it rested on her chin when she faced him, and batted against her jaw as Daya tossed her head from side to side trying to escape it.

     “Uuh, god!” she whimpered through clenched teeth, and eyes flown wide in disbelief. Daya’s natural response to fear had always been to tear up. Even as an adult, watching a horror film would bring her to sobs, but awaking to THIS sent her into wracking sobs. Tears began to streak down her perfect cheeks and saturate the pillow below. Desperately, Daya blinked, trying to clear them from her eyes as her vision obscured.

     “Yes,” said the stranger, grinning with shockingly-white teeth, set in stark contrast to his otherwise solid-black form. “‘God.’ I like that, sweetheart. I AM God to you, now.” The girl beneath him whimpered, in between sobs of agony. She made no effort to be silent, despite his shushing, and screamed erratically, trying to shake the creature above her free by thrashing what little she could move. The stranger grasped her head with both hands, forcing her to look him in the eyes through clinging tears. “And though I am an awfully vain god, you need not call me that. My name is Dominion. I’m… new in town, and looking to sow my wild oats. In time, you will learn to call me ‘master.’ I’m even partial to ‘daddy.’”

     His grin never fading, he lowered his face to hers until their noses touched, and delivered a small peck to her unresponsive lips. “But that’ll all come in time. For now, I really think that we should just revel in this moment, it really is quite a BIG deal. You see-” but Daya interrupted him, squealing wildly like an animal caught in a trap. “Up-bup-bup!” admonished Dominion, as he pulled back his right hand and slapped her across her flawless face, dazing her, before gripping her head again in both hands and continuing. “YOU SEE… tonight is very important. Not just for you! No, it’s quite an event for me, as well. Did you know… could you guess… that you, Daya Lanka, quivering mess of sex organs that you are, are going to be the first girl I’ve ever raped!?” He yelled giddily, with a flourish and the voice of a madman.

     “eeeaaaaaaahaaaaaaa…” sobbed Daya, stripped as bare of hope as she was of her shirt.

     “I know,” said Dominion in a pantomime of pity. “It’s all so scary isn’t it. But I sure know how to pick ‘em, don’t I?” Moving his hands from her face to squeeze her hardened nipples, and stretch them, lifting her breasts as he did. “I’m going to rape you Daya. I’m going to rape the shit out of every hole you have, and it’s going to hurt. If you think this is crying just wait until you have some real motivation.”

     Releasing her nipples with a snap, he grabbed her hair by the scalp, yanking her head forward toward his still hardened cock. With his free hand, Dominion grabbed his huge member and slapped it against the lips and face of the frantic girl, trying to keep her mouth shut. He laughed, as he dragged back and forth across her lips to her disgust, and pressed it into each of her eyes in turn, letting out cartoonish grunts of ecstasy with every taunting thrust.

     Daya couldn’t understand why no one was helping her. Or how this man, Dominion, got into their house. With a dawning comprehension, she realized that the only reason her family wouldn’t have come to her rescue by now, was if he had gotten to them first. If they were laying hurt somewhere in their house, or worse, dead, as this monster brutalized her.

     “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck these perfect titties, sweetie. Every fucking inch of you is perfect, from what I’ve seen…” he paused to lick her face, gratuitously. “and I’ll be checking on what I haven’t seen tonight.” He said, to more incomprehensible sobs. He released her head, which hit the pillow, and gripped the sides of each of her breasts, enfolding them around his outrageous and engorged member. “Perfect, baby. Perfect.” And began rocking his hip back and forth, sliding his cock down, burying it in her massive cleavage. Only to bring the head of his cock poking back up until it jabbed her in the throat or her chin, as she writhed in anguish trying avoid it. He spat on his cock, occasionally, giving it extra lubrication. He became engrossed in his labor, thrusting and grunting, with wild eyes and a lolling tongue. He mumbled obscenities at her struggling frame, absent-mindedly, but otherwise ignored her. After, what must have been twenty-some minutes of wild gyrating against her helpless body, Daya summoned the breath and strength, for one gigantic, wordless scream for help.

     “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!” she bellowed, eyes screwed up in shame and misery. Dominion snapped out of his reverie, and focused again on the person to whom his new toys were attached to. He struck her again across the face, with enough force that a couple droplets of blood landed on the sheet two feet away.

     “Oh ho! I think you’re making a touch to much noise, you slutty little whore.” Dominion felt himself becoming even further emboldened by lust, caring less about her making enough noise to potentially spoil his fun, and more about furthering her degradation. He inched himself up over her chest, gripping her head again in both hands, laying his cock up and over the entire length of her face. Daya’s forced her eyes shut and did her best to hold her mouth closed, though as Dominion held her by the cheeks her large lips naturally pursed in a mock kiss face. “I think it’s time I made use of those dick-sucking lips, bitch. You knew this was coming. C’mon open up for daddy.” To her surprise, she found herself automatically opening her mouth, as he adjusted his grip on her head higher to allow her jaw better movement. As she struggled to close her mouth again, which resisted all efforts, he added, “open your eyes too, whore. Wide. I want you to take in everything that’s happening.” And with that, Daya’s eyes snapped open without a thought, bulging at the cock about to violate her waiting mouth.

     “Stick out your tongue.” Again, she did as she was told. He lowered his swollen cock to her mouth, careful to rub it the entire length down face before he got there, and drew his hips back letting it rest on the pink pallet of her tongue. He rubbed it there, slowly in concentric circles, taking in the sensation. As he did so, she began to take in the flavor of his penis, slick with a mixture of his saliva and pre-cum. It tasted slightly salty to her, not unclean, but she was repulsed just the same and fought the urge to vomit. He entwinned his fingers deep into the mass of her beautiful black mane, and pulled her head towards himself, inching his cock down her terrified gullet. Her jaw was open as wide as possible already against her conscious will, but she found the sides of her lips stretching out to accommodate his girth. How far was he going to shove it in her? The entire absurd thing would never fit! Daya’s mind grew more wild as his weapon filled her mouth and pressed into her throat. Animal terror gripped her as the tip rubbed against her uvula and her breathing ceased.  

     But he seemed unconcerned as he watched her expression with fascination, the panic growing over her face with every centimeter of shaft to power its way into her. It aroused him most to see the veneer of perfection that was her face, be split into ugliness by his own fleshy battering ram. At last, his cock came to rest in her less than half the way up the length of his shaft, as it tapped firmly against the back of her throat. As she lay gagging, trying not to vomit and struggling to breath, Dominion took the moment to consider. There was no doubt that he intended on mercilessly fucking the young woman’s throat, but at this angle it was impossible to do much more than fuck her mouth. Oh well, he thought, I’ll have plenty of time to explore ways of exploring her body. Having reached this decision, he yanked her head back letting Daya gasp and gulp in air desperately. She panted, staring at him, no longer able to cry out for lack of breath, nor weep as she no longer had the presence of mind to imagine sorrow. If this was how he planned to have his fun, she could only cling to the hope of surviving his assault.

     As if hearing her resolution, he placed his cock in her once more, but rather than ease in its length, as he did before, he slammed her head forward. Then back, violently driving his cock as far down her throat as it would go and out again, five or six times a second. He paused after a minute of this savagery to allow her a moment to breath, her mind spinning and unable to focus, then continued again. Each time he paused, her face grew into more of mess of spit, bile, and trembling resignation. Deprived of air, her mind was spinning, desperate for the assault to stop. But the fleeting moments between frantic, raging thrusts left her only with enough time to suck in a few retching swallows of oxygen, and her vision began to grow faded at the edges. She would have done anything for to make him stop, but she could even form the words to beg him in her head, much less had the opportunity to use them. Time began to blur together. She felt only pain and the desperation for air. Her feet no longer kicked, and at some point, neither noticed when, Daya released her bladder into the sheets, her body sensing its proximity to death. She lost track of how many times he’d paused and began, but finally, inevitably, the cock that brutalized her gaping mouth, spasmed and erupted. He snatched her head as hard as he could toward his body, wrenching her spine painfully out of alignment, but finding herself used to his infliction of pain, hopelessly dizzy, and radiating heat from her abraded throat, the thought of fighting against the torrent of ejaculate never occurred to her. Her eye stared forward at the base of his cock, vacantly, as he quivered rhythmically and groaned, pouring the contents of his scrotum down her throat. Her autonomic system kicked in when her conscious mind refused to function, and Daya coughed out her nose sending rivulets of pearly-white semen running down her lips and chin. A single bubble of sticky cum bloomed from her left nostril as she breathed out, growing larger than a marble, but refusing to pop, simply shrinking with each steady, shallow inhalation.
Feeling the last of his shuttering orgasm pass, Dominion looked down at the wrecked face of Daya Lanka, and slid his still-solid weapon free. “Oh sweetie, if that was just the appetizer, can you imagine the main course?” He stood up next to the bed, looking satisfied at the girl, who began to curl her legs up automatically. Her arms laid limply where they had been, and her face stayed staring upward, mouth agape, her trauma written in every line and curve. Thick, white spit coated her face and neck. Her beautiful hair was tangled and wild, with huge globs of cum and bile knotted into it. The color had drained from her light-brown skin leaving her nearly white and pallid, and even her thick lips lost some of their hue. He looked down her open mouth, admiring his work, to find her tongue twitching and throat spasming gently from the pain. He ran his fingers over her tongue, then rubbed them over her still-soft lips with pride, enjoying the sensation of mucus spattering her desecrated face.

     “We’ve barely begun, little fuck-hole.” Enjoying the sound of his own demeaning voice. “I haven’t had my fill yet. I’ll never have my fill of you. Rape is just a way of life for you, and you have prepped your slut body, so very wonderfully for me.” Daya remained unresponsive, simply breathing and staring. “Your mouth is very nice to play with, but every hole of yours is a hole for me to terrorize.” He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “You haven’t even begun to bleed yet.” He stated simply, and turned walking happily out the door and into the hallway without explanation, leaving Daya in a puddle of fluids, broken and staring after him. A dim realization played about at the edge of her reasoning, that something far worse lay in store for her that night, but lacking the energy to focus on it.


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Re: Sombra
« Reply #1 on: March 17, 2017, 05:02:46 PM »
This is very good stuff, and I do want to see it continued. Personally, I would classify it as Supernatural, but those posting categories are for convenience and you'll labeled your work sufficiently. I like that it's supernatural, kind of like a tossback to Twain's Mysterious Stranger, or Steven King's preeminent Randall Flagg, were either of these characters more explicitly pornographic in their sexual lusts. It gives him opportunities that the rest of us lack, but would surely like. Anyway, that's your call on posting. You'll get more readers in one-on-one.

So, super debut post on RU! Keep them coming.
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Re: Sombra
« Reply #2 on: March 18, 2017, 02:34:52 PM »
That was pretty much my logic as well, thanks.

And also, thank you for the encouragement.
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Re: La Sombra
« Reply #3 on: March 19, 2017, 01:47:47 AM »
Part Two:

     The sound of running water drifted in from the hallway. Daya shifted listlessly, knowing that this moment was important, but not quite understanding why. She turned her head to the right, gazing around her room dozily, and let her eyes rest on her closet, then her makeup desk. Her sore jaw had begun to relax, and eased closed again naturally. Daya’s left hand passed over from her sides, where it had been for nearly the entirety of what had just happened to her, and come to rest over her heart. She could feel her own deep breathing, her lungs finally recovering from the deprivation they’d endured, and the deep terrified pounding of her pulse. The sound of her thundering heart seemed to permeate her whole body and filled her ears with a deafening pressure that threatened to consume her.

     And all at once, reality snapped back into focus. The sound of blood in her ears simply vanished, and she became hyper-aware of the fresh smell of her own room. Daya sat up, casting around for clues on what the man named Dominion was doing and when he’d be back. She could hear him whistling in the bathroom next door to her room as he splashed water, presumably cleaning himself off. If that was true, then she only had moments before he was finished and he moved on to continued entertainment.
 
     Quickly, while he was still distracted, Daya shifted her legs over the edge of the bed, sat up, and placed her bare feet on the carpet. She eased herself forward and stood quietly up, trying to avoid the sound of creaking bedsprings giving away her efforts. With one foot, she stepped forward and cocked her ear toward the door, locking her attention on the sound of the madman’s happy whistling. Gently, she arrived at the doorway, and cautiously poked her head out. No light was being cast from the bathroom to her right, where she could feel the weight of his presence threatening to come for her. Across the hall from her and slightly to the left stood the doorway to Priya’s room cracked open. Daya was dying to know the status of her sister and could feel a single tear fall from her face at the certainty that Priya was dead.

     She turned back to double check one last time that her rapist was occupied, and started walking, bent over at the waist and back to the hallway wall, keeping a cautious eye on Priya’s open door, and another behind her. When she finally arrived in front of the entryway, Daya tried peaking in searching for her sister, but the partially-shut door blocked all but a single still foot at the base of the bed inside. Daya yearned to check further, but the way the house was built provided someone in the bathroom to see across the hall at Priya’s room, should they be standing at just the right angle. Deciding she couldn’t risk it she continued down the hall seeking help, or escape. Further she crept, quietly tiptoeing around a small table kept in the hallway with knick-knacks and framed picture decorating its surface. When she arrived at the stairway landing she paused again, unsure of her next course of action. Should she go to her parents’ bedroom for help? Together, she was sure that they could chase him off, but her dad was getting older and she was sure that he’d want to kill the man who hurt her. If it came to blows, Dominion was much stronger than her father, and she couldn’t live with herself if her dad got hurt because of her. Plus, she remembered with a pang, if her parents were able to help her, they surely would have already. She cast her eyes down the stairs, and resolved to run and get help from a neighbor or flag down a security patrol.

     She took one hesitant step onto the wooden stair, and felt the cold wet fabric of her pajama pants slid between her legs, realizing for the first time that pee soaked what little clothing she wore. She took another determined step, heart slamming in her chest from fear for she couldn’t hear the sound of whistling any longer. Daya looked back, but couldn’t see anything down the hallway but the darkness of a predator’s den. Losing what little courage she had been riding to slip away this away this far, she felt her body screaming at her to run. Downstairs the small green light of the alarm box flickered. It was still active! If she could just reach the first floor, the motion detectors should activate and the police would come! Suddenly, she felt that her instinct to run, even if it should give away her location to madman, was justified. She was sure she was saved. Daya leaned forward and pushed off the stair with her right foot, raising her left to take the stairs two at a time… when she felt her hair catch.

     In almost slow motion, with one leg entirely airborne, and the other leaving the ground, her head snapped back, even as her legs shot out before her. She could feel her body go ridged preparing itself for a fall, and saw her arms out in front of her, grabbing for something to keep her aloft. Her body, arms, and legs all collided with the stairs at the same time, her head mercifully smacking only the carpet of the second-floor landing. Her shoulders, however, caught the brunt of the fall, against the solid edge of the top stair. The wind was knocked out of her with an empty gasp from her lips, her entire body radiated with sharp pain, forcing her to clench her eyes.

     Above her, Daya could hear a tongue clucking an admonishment, like a stern parent catching their child stealing a cookie before dinner. Her hands reached to her scalp, feeling her hair strung taught, being held in the man’s hand. “Were you leaving already, my dear baby? Even after I TOLD YOU that there was more to look forward to?” said Dominion, making no effort to conceal his voice. “That’s really- I mean, that just takes the cake doesn’t it!” His other hand reached down and grabbed Daya’s arm by the wrist, yanking it toward him and pulling her torso off the steps.

     “Please!” cried Daya, finding her voice again. “Please don’t hurt me!” She twisted in his grasp, as he pulled her fully onto the carpet. Grabbing under her other armpit, he lifted her partway up, and tossed her to the ground, away from the staircase. She landed awkwardly on her hands and knees, and looked up to him in the dim moonlit glow of the second-floor windows, getting the first good look of the man she’d had all night. He was covered head to toe in all black, wearing something skintight. Except… he wasn’t wearing anything at all. That was his skin! He wasn’t of African descent. In fact, she couldn’t really find any racial markers about him at all. He was merely the darkest black she’d ever seen, with the exception of that hateful perfect grin splitting across his face. She could make out an incredible level of muscle definition over every inch of his body, as he posed with his hands on his hips, allowing her to take in the sight of his triumphant stance. His penis bobbed out in front of him, semi-erect and ominous. Following her gaze, he let out a low dangerous laugh, and inched closer, leading with his dick. “Please don’t hurt me.” she repeated, “please! It hurt so bad. I don’t even know you! I’ve never done anything to you!”

     “Well that’s not quite true, honey.” Dominion replied softly. “You made my tongue salivate. You made my cock throb. And the fact is… now you’re going to pay for that, in spades.”

     “Noo-ho-ho-ooo!” she sobbed, her mouth twisting into a mask of anguish as she tried to make herself as small as she could. Her voice rose, “please don’t. Please don’t. Please don’t.” He was close enough to her, that his feet were directly in front of her face, which she held less than a foot off the ground. “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want, you don’t have to hurt me.” Her voice was barely audible through the sound of her sniveling. Had her face not already been a mess of smeared fluids, Daya’s tears would have had the same effect.

     “Hmmm,” he replied, pretending to mull it over. “Okay. Kiss my toes.” Unable to bring herself to look him in the face, Daya simply brought her head forward and kissed his left foot in the space between his two biggest toes, and shook quietly. “Lick them.” Again, she didn’t hesitate. Daya stuck out her tongue and lapped against his toes mechanically and indiscriminately. Dominion watched her go about her work for a while, amused at first but quickly losing interest. “Ah, damn. Okay stop.” She did. “See, it’s not as fun when you do it of your own free will. And let’s face it,” he knelt down in front of her, “I’m still gonna really fuck you up whether you do as I say or not. So, let’s get back to it, shall we?”
“NO!” she screamed, as he reached for her again. She rolled back trying to get away but with nowhere to go, just fell onto her back and lashed out with her arms and legs, kicking and slapping at him. He made a few feints, but grabbed her by left ankle and pulled it, dragging her along with him. Daya rolled and twisted trying to get away, but she couldn’t break his grip on her leg. Her short red nails bit into the shag carpeting making a tearing sound as he pulled her along, but it didn’t slow his progress. When they passed her sister’s door he stopped and turned around.

     “You smell fucking foul! Did you piss yourself?” he asked in disgust. She looked at him, and quickly yanked her ankle free from him, getting her knees under her and made to run. He pounced on her, yanking her flannel pants over her the curve of her ass. The material suddenly bunching at her knees, Daya found that she was unable to move her legs enough to move. She reached back with one hand to try and maintain a hold on her pants, but lifting and jerking at the fabric hard, Dominion pulled them off of her with an audible tear. As he did so, her legs were once again pulled out from under her, and she crashed down on her stomach with a thud. He threw her soiled pajamas to the floor and scuttled over her, pulling her to her knees. All ten of his fingers wrapped around her throat and lurched her several feet to Priya’s room. He kicked the door open the rest of the way to reveal the unmistakable blue hair of Daya’s sister, quietly snoring on her bed. Daya tried to cry out to her sibling but choked on the fingers biting into her neck. “What’s that, bitch? You trying to cry for help?” he teased. “HEY SISSY!” Pause. “SISSY!”

     But Priya didn’t stir. He continued, “No, I don’t think she gives a shit what you want, sweetie. She happy where she is.” Daya stared at her sister in disbelief. Why wasn’t she waking up? What was wrong with her! “She sure is cute though. What say you and I wake her up? I know I sure would like split her little virgin cunt wide open. Have you ever heard her scream before? I mean, really scream? I bet she sounds amazing when being torn to shreds from the inside.”

     Daya could say nothing. She couldn’t even breathe as Dominion talked in her ear. She could feel the blood rushing to her head, but could do nothing but soundlessly cry. He released her and she braced both arms against the door frame to arrest her fall. Her breath sucked in loudly, and she panted, trying to regain composure. As she did so, she felt his hands reach down, over her shoulders, and began massaging her naked breasts, giving her nipples the occasional tweak. “But I’m just not done with you yet,” he said, moving his hands to her shoulders. “Stand up.” Daya felt her legs move of their own accord, and found herself standing. He guided her back into her bedroom and gently placed her, sitting her on the bed. “Stay,” he commanded, then walked over to her hamper and grabbed an old t-shirt, before striding back out the door and turning right. She heard him turn on the water again, and willed herself to move. She wanted to run for it, find help, but her legs refused to obey. She looked down at them, and swung her legs back and forth easily, but when she tried to stand with the intention of running, her limbs wouldn’t budge. The faucet soon ceased, and she knew the opportunity had been lost anyway.

     Dominion walked back in, holding the t-shirt, saturated with water. He grabbed Daya, flipping her over on her stomach, with her rear sticking out at him, and started scrubbing her ass, vagina, and legs furiously. The water was scalding hot on her sensitive parts, and she yelled out in pain, but he ignored her and vigorously cleaned the urine from her smooth coffee-colored skin.

     When he finished, he threw her to the ground again and chucked the wet shirt to the side. He went to the foot of the bed and grabbed the thick blanket that he had discarded earlier, and covered the soiled sheet.

     “Now,” he said, turning to the frightened girl. “It’s time to make things REALLY fucked up!”
     
    Now sleep… Said the seed.

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     Daya and Mike Everton, sat on Mike’s bed kissing, where they’d been kissing for the last two hours. Daya’s pulse was jackhammering, fueled by hormones that had been building for a week, ever since he’d informed her that his parents would be out of town for the weekend. When he invited her over for a date, and she’d accepted, they both knew what that meant. They’d been seeing each other pretty hot and heavy for the past two months, and though they were only in their sophomore year of high school, things had gotten pretty serious, very fast. Every flirtation between them, leading up to the weekend, now had an added meaning.
They were both virgins, and had been mostly fine with that before they had gotten together, but their relationship was heated. Every time they kissed, which was every chance they got, their hands got increasingly adventurous. They explored each other’s bodies, tentatively at first. That Tuesday, they had snuck a moment alone together in the alleyway behind the school. After a bit of kissing and heavy petting, she had turned to go to class, but accidentally knocked the back of her hand against his hardened penis through his pants. They both smiled, embarrassed, but Mikey clearly wanted more.

     So, there they were, the weekend finally arrived, lips locked in passionate embrace. His hands passed over her breasts, giving them light squeezes as if they’d pop were he to rough, and her hand occasionally found itself sliding below the waistband of his pants. He reached for the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it up, pausing to look at her, making sure she was okay with it. Daya smiled her permission, and he pulled it up over her head. She looked in his eyes and laughed to herself at how obviously stunned he was to be looking at a real pair of boobs. She reached behind herself with one hand and undid the clasp of her lacey black bra, and slid the straps from her shoulders, letting the rest fall to her lap.

     “Your turn,” she said with a smile. He snapped back to attention, his mouth still open, and gulped.

     “Oh yeah,” he said, nervously pulling off his shirt and looking back at her enormous chest. He had nothing to be nervous about, thought Daya, Mikey had a lot of muscles for a guy his age, much more that most boys they went to school with.

     “Your pants too,” she added, smiling and pretending to be more confident than she really was.

     “Oh,” he paused, “okay.” Mikey stood, pulled at his belt, and slid his jeans taking his boxers with them. His stiffened penis poked out from a messy bush of short brown pubic hair. Daya felt her breath catch as she looked at his privates. His dick was around five-inches long. Not as big as she’d hoped he’d be, but now that reality was staring her in the face she was glad. Five inches was big enough that she still worried it would hurt. Sensing her trepidation, Mikey waited for her to say something.

     “Cool,” she mustered, awkwardly. She scratched her arm, unsure of what to do next. “Would you… like me to suck on it?”

     “Okay,” he replied, eyes wide. “I mean, yes! I would!” He sat down on the bed and Daya took a position between his legs, crouched on the ground. She leaned forward, staring at the pink head of his penis, and cautiously took it into her mouth. It tasted weird, but she was sure she could pull this off without looking stupid. At first touch, Mike shuttered involuntarily. She slid it further into her mouth and immediately gagged, forcing herself to pull it out. She swallowed, once to steady herself, and continued. Careful not to go too far, she bobbed her head up and down, making him grip at the sheets in ecstasy. Realizing how much he was enjoying himself, she felt encouraged, and sucked with self-assurance, eliciting a frequent moan from the prone boy. “Wait, wait!” he yelled, panicked. “I don’t want to… you know. Not yet.”

     “Okay,” she replied and got back on the bed. He reached over to her skirt and pulled at it. Together they pulled the garment down, followed by her underwear. Mikey was breathing audibly, and lowered himself to her neatly-shaved pussy. His tongue slipped out and she could feel him probing her folds, exploring. She laid back on his bed, allowing herself to feel him working.

     It was… wet. To be fair, they had never really gotten this far before. This was the first time she’d ever let him touch her down there so she hadn’t expected much. Still, it wasn’t very pleasant. It wasn’t unpleasant either, but it wasn’t doing anything to her. Daya did appreciate how excited Mikey seemed to be getting however, and soon gently got his attention and guided him up. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, her legs spread before him, waiting to be deflowered. He pulled a condom from his bedtable and tore it open, scrambling to put it on. Daya skootched back and his bed to make room for him, and Mike climbed on top of her. The two kissed again, enjoying the feeling of each other’s skin pressed together, and reaching down he guided his dick between the lips of her pussy and gently thrusted.

     Daya grabbed at his back in respond, the pain intense for a moment, but began to ease as he worked the tip in and out. He worked it in deeper, slowly, careful not to hurt her too much. After a few minutes, Daya felt, hidden behind the sharp but ebbing pain, waves of soft pleasure. They spread and grew, making her pant. She moaned, encouraging Mikey further. Her hands free, she ran them over his back wanting more. “Oh God,” she whispered.

     “Daya,” he whispered in her ear through ecstatic grunting.

     “Yeah,” she replied, smiling, her eyes shut in happiness.

     “I love you,” he said, lifting himself up to look at her.

     She opened her eyes at gazed up into the inky black skin of his face grinning down at her.

     “I love you too, master.” She said, feeling him pump into her harder.

     He pulled her legs up to her chest, while thrusting continuously. The angle easing the pain and allowing her to focus on the sensation. She felt the raw sensation of pleasure vibrating through every limb, building and intensifying.

     “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, master, please don’t stop! Please! Oh God, I love you!”

     Dominion began to laugh, watching the bouncing tits of the beautiful girl as she lost herself to her very first orgasm. Daya shuttered.

     And woke.

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     She shook her head and found herself back in her room, laying on her bed. Dominion was hunched over her exactly as he’d been when he took her virginity all those years ago. Except… that hadn’t been him… she’d lost her virginity to-

     She didn’t remember. The only memories she had of that night was of sheepishly kissing and fondling her rapist. He fucked her. But she was sure it wasn’t him. Who was it?
Her distress was interrupted as Dominion thrust forward, jamming his engorged cock into her, forcing her cunt open wide.

     “AAAAAAAAAAGH!” she screamed, feeling his rock-hard appendage splitting her pussy open. The thin brown lips of her inner-labia dragged inward, tearing at the sensitive skin. Her back arched, seizing in pain. Every nerve in her genitals engaging as one in agony. He held her legs at the knees, forcing them back toward her and to the sides of her massive chest, holding them nearly to mattress. The muscles of her legs strained in the position and burned, as he fed the first five inches of his cock into her.

     “What the fuck is the matter now, you slut!? I thought you liked a nice solid dick inside you. You sure did when you were younger!” he yelled, laughing.

     “That wasn’t you. That wasn’t yoaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!” she screamed again, as he slammed his cock down into her, banging against Daya’s cervix. He pulled himself out again leaving the bulbous head of his cock still in her, and forced it in again, throwing all of his weight into it. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

     “It is now, bitch. Every memory you’ve ever had-” he slammed back down into her again, provoking another tortured scream, “-every boy, you’ve ever let talk his way into your pretty pink insides-” SLAM! Followed by screaming, “-every sweaty night you sat alone, fantasizing about a man making you feel like a woman and touching yourself-” SLAM! “-I’m there!” SLAM! “I fucking own you, bitch!” SLAM! “I’m raping your cunt!” SLAM! “I’m raping your mind!” SLAM! “I’m raping your pathetic little soul!” SLAM!

     Daya could feel her insides tearing at Dominion’s relentless assault. Pain was everywhere, and she was sure her insides were bleeding. Her muscles were tense like steel cables, trying to will away the anguish spreading from her damaged pussy. Wetness splayed across her face with a ‘thwap’ as she felt him spit on her.

     “LOOK AT ME!” he roared. When she did, his expression read insanity writ large. Veins were popping out of his neck and forehead. Tendrils sprouted from the top of his head, like a crown of writhing tentacles. They quickly grew and twinned themselves together as they reached ever higher and curled back. Enormous, black horns now decorated the head of the beast staring down at her, with furious eyes and snarling lips. He jackhammered into her, thin trails of blood now dripping from her spoiled hole, up her stomach and to the sides. “This is forever for you, WHORE! You will never escape this!” Her screaming never stopped. Daya screeched and wailed until her voice grew rawer than she ever thought possible. She stared into Dominion’s eyes as he had commanded, watching as he mutilated her with his mammoth plunging dick.

     “What are you? WHAT ARE YOU!?!” she blubbered. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted up and took hold of his throbbing cock, now slick with blood and vaginal fluids. Her terrorized cunt ached, now free of the weapon tearing her to pieces. He guided the head of his monstrous penis to her trembling anus, and rested it against the only intact hole Daya had left. Already twisted and stretched as much as her body could take, Daya could no longer manifest a physical response to this threat and instead went quiet, holding her breath.

     Unbeknownst to her, Dominion casually adjusted the size of his shaft. He wasn’t stupid. He realized that there was no way her unprepared rectum could take his cock at fourteen thick inches. So, brought it down to a modest eleven, the bulbous head still massive, like a concrete fist on the end of a child’s arm, poised against the wall of her terrified asshole.

     His voice rose higher than ever, spittle flying from his lips and spattering against her face and chest. “I! AM! YOUR! GOD!” And with that, jammed his cock into her. His dick struggled at first, as she squeezed the muscles of her expertly-honed glutes together in a last-ditch effort to save herself. Her round, muscular ass clenched with all her might, as did her teeth. A single vein jutted out from her forehead as she put all of her effort into defending herself. Quickly and inevitably, the rim of her anus gave way, and the head of Dominion’s cock, larger than a golf ball, popped into her. Daya let out a choked cry and her eyes lolled around in her head, before obediently returning her rapist’s triumphant gaze. Now inside, and slick with blood and pussy juice, he forced the entire length of his shaft into her. Overwhelmed with pain, she began to lose control of her own muscles and thrashed as much as she was capable of, her face unreadable. The seizure of agony lasted only a moment, and then she passed out.

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   Again, she was in her high-school boyfriend’s bedroom. She and Dominion and just finished making love for the first time, and lay in the glow of each other’s arms. His softening penis still inside her, they lay on their sides, his lips, black as the abyss kissed at her shoulder sending chills down her spine. Chills that she treasured.

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    SLAP!

     “I don’t fucking think so, cum-whore!” he yelled, slamming away at her asshole, his solid-black balls slapping away at the peak of her ass crack. He raised his hand again and slapped her hard on her left titty.

     “AH-hhh!” she choked out.

     “You DO NOT get to sleep on the job, you stupid bitch!” he struck her across the face again, then several times more on her tits. He got particular pleasure in watching her huge perfect tits shake from the continued strikes. So, as he vigorously pumped her tormented rectum, he launched a barrage of fierce slaps on her meaty breasts, interspersed with a crack on the face or stomach to keep her on her toes. Each hit and thrust, made Daya thrash anew. She tried to reach out and protect herself from his hand, but weak and disoriented her own hand connected at an odd angle, bending her pinky back and emitting an unmistakable snap. Her voice began to crack from the screams being pulled forth from her miserable condition. Sensing the end was near, Dominion quickly pulled out again, and packed his cock back into her bloodied cunt. He released both of her legs, which hung listlessly at his sides, waving madly as he jerked about. Taking both of her full, gorgeous tits in his hands he squeezed his fingers into her fatty lumps. He clawed and crushed the flesh of her breasts, kneading them like dough, as fucked her tender pussy. No longer able to scream, Daya just laid there, her hands feebly trying to fend off his brutal attack on her chest. Purple began to blossom behind the smooth caramel skin beneath his hands, the sight of which made him piston his cock into her even more enthusiastically, her cunt feeling like a mess of bloody meat. With a groan, the first powerful spurt of red-hot cum shot into in Daya. He released her brutalized tits and fell against her, grabbing her face and throat in his hands. Her eyes, still wide and watching, met his, which burrowed into her. He continued his jerking thrusts, releasing a deluge of semen into the young girl’s womb, and kissed her stunning red-brown thick lips. He slid his tongue down her throat, never breaking eye contact, and spasmed one last full spout of his fluids into her.

     Breathing hard, Dominion buried his face into her neck and gave her skin a little bite. There they lay. Her in shattered anguish, and he in a victorious stupor, for what seemed to her like hours, his flaccid penis giving the occasional twitch. Eventually, he drew it out, sliding it against her thighs, and sat up. He smiled down at her. Daya’s eyes had relaxed, no longer forced to watch her rapist’s assault against her, they merely stared above, past Dominion, at the ceiling. He rose up, and stood tall on the bed over her, looking down with a grin. This was how we first met, thought Dominion, how fitting that this is how we part, for now.

     He took his penis in his hand and stretch it out, ever so slightly, and relaxed. A stream of yellow urine, erupted in a tight stream and splashed against her chest. Daya didn’t stir. He raised the torrent so that it hit her face, making her blink automatically. Still, she dared not move, and did nothing to protect herself. Self-respect a distant memory. Emptying his bladder, he let it splash over the rest of her, squeezing out every last drop on her motionless figure. Satisfied that he’d marked his territory so utterly, Dominion hopped off the bed and walked out the door, pausing once to look back at Daya, and blow a kiss. Then he was gone.

     Dominion was elated. Everything had been perfect. His beautiful new plaything had made this a truly magical evening. Unfortunately, her injuries precluded her from an encore show anytime soon. So, he’d let her rest, sure in the abilities of his seeds working away in the Lanka family’s minds. They’d find her in the morning, broken and bleeding, torn and bruised, they’d cry and mourn, and scream to the heavens at what had been done to their poor, perfect daughter. But they’d never tell another soul. The seeds would ensure it. Loyalty, forever and always, to him. And meanwhile, as they reeled from the injustice visited upon them and consoled their daughter on the long road to recover, he’d return tomorrow evening. For they had a whole other daughter to defile. One that had never felt the touch of lover’s kiss.

     Sensing the coming dawn, Dominion floated off over the grounds of Hollow Grove. A single shadow, amongst countless, shrinking away in the sun’s growing light.


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