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Stefenie

I woke up in the dark, my whole body aching, and I couldn’t remember why,  I just had the feeling that I really didn’t want to. My mind was telling me not to dig for the memories, but I had no choice, I am stubborn like that…

                Earlier that night.

“Hey Stefenie, do you see that guy at the counter? He’s staring at you. Do you know him?”

I look over to the person my best friend Marie is pointing at. I see a man, about 5 feet, 9 inches, staring at me, and I stare back. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen, with long eyelashes, black hair, and the most gorgeous pair of green eyes, they seemed to blaze across the dimly lit dance club at me. When he sees that I have noticed him, he puts down his drink and comes towards me. The night becomes blurry, and the next thing I know, I am frozen motionless in his car as he pulls up to his house. He picks m up, and carries me inside. He sets me on his bed, and my bleary mind catches up to this scenario. I begin to sruggle, and he slaps me. Without a word, he slowly strips off my clothes, and his muscles jump, as if he is fighting his own body, which I instinctively know is what is really happening. Something outside of this room is controlling him. Regardless, I still struggle, and he slaps me again. I finally remember how to use my mouth.”nuh. “ I gasp out. I felt sick to my stomach. Never in my life, all 17 years of it, had I imagined I would lose my virginity like this, me drugged, and him, with his gorgeous eyes eerily blank as he is controlled like a marrionete.

He strips his clothes off, and spreads my legs, roughly ignoring my weak protests. My control is slowly returning, but not fast enough. He pushes his finger into me, and I slump from arching my back, the pain excruciating. He speaks.” Finally, despite everything you have done to protect her, I will have her, like the whore she was in her past life, Machiavelli.” The voice seems to address himself, and then he positions himself, one hand painfully squeezing my breast. Moving the head of his dick, something I have never seen outside of a text book, to my opening, he looks at me, and the cruelty blazing through his eyes from whatever is controlling him seems to laugh at me. He laughs in evil triumph as he thrusts, one smooth motion painfully  tearing itself into me, past my virgin barrier, burying itself to his base in my womanhood. I scream weakly, all I can accomplish at the moment. He pumps wildly for several minutes, my blood running down my leg, until he gives a gasp, his dick pulsing, spurting his seed into me, and I slump, overwhelmed by pain and shame.

Machiavelli

I do not remember anything from this day until the darkness lifts and I find myself carrying a woman into my house. I could not control my body,and I could hear the laugh from the demon as he allowed me to wake up in my own mind. He flings the girl onto my bed, a beaut, with red hair, eyes the strangest shade of grey I had ever seen, with luscious lips, large boobs, just right for squeezing, and clad in a dress that Is guaranteed to set off the blood of a man. I recognize her as the reborn godling I was tasked to protect, and I feel sick. She is awake, and though she somehow seems to know I have no control, I can see the knowledge of that in her eyes and thoughts, her whole body still screams innocence and fear. I strip her, slapping her as she struggles, and she struggles some more. I slap her again as I strip. “nuh” she says weakly and my heart breaks. My hands that I cant control spreads her legs and I slide a finger in roughly, spurring the demon controlling me on. He positions my rod at her opening, and forces me to thrust at hard and rough as I could. I feel her walls sliding around me, and her maidenhood  tearing like paper under the force, and I bury myself to the hilt. Despite the dryness, her heat scorches me, and she screams in pain, as loudly as she can, which is not more than a loud whisper. I pump wildy, feeling my body betray me as the pleasure builds in my lower belly. I feel the edge coming, and I am forced to witness as my body slams into her, holding her and me steady as I spurt my seed into her. She slumps, unconscious, and the demon feeds on her pain and despair.

The rest of the night is no better.

Publication Date: 04-28-2014

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