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Cycle of Corruption: Corrosion of the Mind
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)

***

Caught up in a day that cycles repeatedly without end, 
Rick begins to explore the full extent of what he can 
do. But at what cost to his humanity? And is it a price 
he's willing to pay? (MF, inc, nc, rp, mc)

***

AUTHOR NOTES:

For those interested, here's Part 2 of the story, newly 
completed. Since I said most of what I needed to say 
before the first part, I'll just reiterate a few points 
here. First, part two is focused a bit more on sex and 
a bit less on plot then the first one was. The third 
part, I think, might revert to a balance between the 
two. (Part one can be found in Directory 28)

Next, to remind you. If you like the story at all, 
please send me an e-mail at SyntheticDivine@aol.com and 
say so. But remember to put "The Cycle of Corruption" 
as the topic or I might mistake it for spam and delete 
it. Anyways, I could always use the feedback, and 
though I believe I've decided to complete all four 
parts for better or worse, the more feedback I get the 
more motivated I'll likely be to finish the story 
faster. 

Another interesting point you might want to include in 
any feedback you provide is whether or not you think I 
should offer up more stories after this one is 
completed. In other words, would you be likely to read 
other erotic stories I might write in the future, even 
if the subject matter was slightly different?

Finally, for those of you who haven't read the first 
part, subtitled "Acid Bath", it might be best to read 
that one before this one. But of course, in the end 
that's up to you. To offer fair warning to all 
involved, this story will contain incest, rape, mind 
control, murder, sex among minors, and the continued 
descent of a mind into depravity. If you don't believe 
you can handle such content, stop reading now. For 
those that remain, I give you the second part, which I 
subtitle "Corrosion of the Mind".

***

The Cycle Of Corruption: Corrosion of the Mind

Rick woke with a start. He could feel adrenaline 
pounding through his system, and it only served to 
excite him all the more. Immediately he was up out of 
bed and moving into the bathroom to start getting 
ready. He already had his plan for the day fully 
formed, and he couldn't wait to put it into action. 
He'd had a phantom headache the first few hours of the 
previous day, which kind of worried him that something 
had followed him from one day to the next, but he had 
finally decided it had to just have something to do 
with his mind, since that transferred fully intact from 
day to day after all, even if nothing else did. 

After it had finally gone away, he'd spent the rest of 
the day carefully practicing and honing his newly 
discovered mental talents as much as he could. He was 
careful not to push it too much, since he didn't want a 
repeat of what had happened before. And he made sure 
not to try to slam ideas in so hard that he suffered 
any kind of backlash. Slowly but surely, he'd more and 
more gotten the hang of it. 

By the end of the day, he was far more efficient at 
sending larger commands then he'd been before. They 
were still far more difficult then simple commands had 
been, but at least they didn't hit him so much. His 
previous attempts had been too much like shoving 
something big through a small hole and having the 
resistance bite back. He'd found that he could... Flow 
the ideas into his targets a bit better then trying to 
force them. It didn't make the idea any smaller, or the 
hole any bigger, but it was like putting Vaseline on 
the object you were trying to push in. It simply slid 
smoother and offered a bit less resistance.

It was when he'd finally finished his experimenting, 
and was heading back to his car, that he'd been killed. 
He'd been swarmed by not one, not two, not three, not 
even four, but closer to a dozen rattlesnakes. He'd 
never even seen so much as a single one before in his 
life, much less twelve. Unfortunately, he wasn't very 
good at dodging rattlesnake-bites. As a matter of fact 
he'd learned, to his regret, that he wasn't very good 
at surviving them, either.

It didn't matter though, it wasn't like death was 
anything new to him anymore, he was too focused on what 
he'd decided to do today. As he headed down the hallway 
towards the kitchen, bag in tow, he simply smiled in 
anticipation. Striding into the room, he headed over 
towards his usual chair without hesitation, pulling it 
out and dropping smoothly into it, his eyes fixed on 
his mom.

"Rick, handsome as always." His mom said, grinning her 
usual teasing grin. "Want some?" she asked, with her 
usual gesture to the cereal box.

He just gave a small shake of his head, his eyes fixed 
on her as he prepared himself. Finally ready, he opened 
himself to the power and filth and let them flow in. 
He'd gotten better at dealing with the filth side, it 
was easier when you knew it would go away as soon as 
you were done. 

Immediately, he began sending a soft mantra at his mom. 
One idea, but broken down into three commands. Sent at 
her in order over and over again. Re-affirming it in 
her mind far too many times for resistance to hold it 
back, which was far easier then trying to force it 
through would be. 

'You've decided to take the day off'. 'You've already 
called in sick'. 'Hang around the house today'. He must 
have sent the commands steadily at her a couple dozen 
times when he finally noticed Jenn getting up to carry 
her cereal bowl over to the sink. He'd missed her 
declaration that he was driving her that day, but he'd 
already discovered the day before that it didn't matter 
if he actually responded or not.

As he released the power, he saw his mom suddenly blink 
a couple times and shake her head a little, as if she'd 
been day-dreaming and had suddenly come to herself. He 
needed to take Jenny to school, or things would look 
weird. But as soon as he got her there, he'd be coming 
back. And he knew his mom would be here waiting. There 
was nothing else she could do. Smiling, he rose to his 
feet, grabbing his bag and beginning to head towards 
the door. "See you soon, mom." He commented idly as he 
passed.

She must've taken the soon wrong, because following him 
came the words "Alright, honey, I'll see you both 
tonight."

Holding back the urge to laugh, he just opened the door 
and let Jenny follow him through.

***

"Hey mom." Rick said as he walked into the living room, 
having already spotted his mom seated on the couch 
watching TV.

"Rick!?!?" she exclaimed in surprise, her head 
swiveling around to look at him. "Aren't you supposed 
to be at school?"

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He simply asked in 
return, smiling as he walked over to drop onto the 
opposite side of the couch.

"I was feeling ill, so I called in sick." She told him, 
a lie. He'd never told her to actually feel sick, only 
that she'd said she was. But he supposed she had to lie 
to keep up appearances. After all, how would it look if 
she told her own son that she'd just decided to skip 
work.

"Feeling any better?" he queried, going through the 
effort to at least put a slightly concerned expression 
on his face, but not devoting a lot into it.

"A little, yeah.." She commented, before suddenly 
pausing. "But stop trying to turn this around, young 
man. Why aren't you at school?"

"I was feeling ill, so I came home." He responded in 
another near-mirror of her words, smiling ever so 
slightly as he watched her.

For a moment she just watched him with a very shrewd 
expression on her face, looking very much like she was 
about to say something sharp, before finally she smiled 
a little herself and asked, "Feeling any better?"

"Quite a bit, actually." He responded, openly grinning 
now. "I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me?" he 
finally asked with a wink.

"Alright, alright, I suppose I can let this one go." 
She said indulgently, just shaking her head a bit as 
she smiled. "After all, I suppose you caught me as much 
as I caught you. Just make sure this sort of thing 
doesn't happen again, ok? I don't want you missing 
school." She said, finally giving him a stern look.

"Of course, mom. Today was just an exception." He told 
her, his breathing beginning to deepen in preparation.

"Exception?" she asked, one eyebrow arched. "What's so 
special about today?"

Just like that he opened himself to the power, gritting 
his teeth a little as the dual sensation surged through 
him. "Today's my birthday." He both said verbally and 
sent into her head, knowing she'd be able to shake off 
the first one and already preparing for the next.

She just stared at him for a few seconds before 
blinking a couple times and speaking. "No it's not, 
Rick. Your birthday is June 23rd. What on earth would 
make you think it's today?"

"I'm sure my birthday's today." He simply said in 
reply, once more speaking it both verbally and 
mentally. "You should know it's today, mom."

Again she stared at him for a few seconds. "But I do 
know." She finally said a bit slowly, as if confirming 
it to herself. With renewed confidence she went on. 
"I'm your mother, Rick. I was there when you were born, 
if you'll remember. And I'm telling you I'm positive 
your birthday is the 23rd of June." She informed him. 
"I wouldn't forget something like that."

 That's when he started sending the mantra at her. 
'Today is my birthday.' He kept sending at her over and 
over again, but put a thoughtful look on his face at 
the same time, as if he was considering it, so that his 
silence wouldn't seem too suspicious. After the first 
eight or so times, he finally spoke again. "I'm really 
certain today is my birthday, mom." He simply told her, 
resuming the mantra immediately after.

This time her pause was much longer, and she looked 
confused, as if she was struggling to figure something 
out. "Are you sure?" she finally asked in a puzzled 
tone. "I could've sworn it was...." Her words trailed 
off, as if she'd forgotten the date she was going to 
say.

"It's today." He told her firmly, continuing to 
steadily flood her mind with the idea that today was 
indeed his birthday.

"It.... It...." She said, pausing for a second more as 
she struggled, before her eyes widened slightly. "It is 
today, isn't it? Oh god, I can't believe I forgot. I'm 
really sorry Rick, I didn't get you any presents or 
anything. I didn't even remember to buy a cake." She 
said, sounding and looking truly distressed.

"That's ok, mom." He said, offering her a reassuring 
smile. "Actually, I had a few presents already in mind. 
If you really wanted, we could still take care of them 
all today, I think. I mean, we both decided to take 
off, so we've got plenty of time to try at least. If 
you want..." He said, giving her a pleading look with 
the last line.

"Of course, honey! It's your birthday after all. I'm 
sure we can still go out and get you at least a few 
things. What'd you have in mind?" she asked, 
brightening up a bit at the opportunity to make her 
'forgetting' up to him.

"Well, I was hoping the first present could just be 
that we could spend the day together, you know? With 
you at work and me at school all day and homework and 
stuff taking up time at night we don't really get much 
time together to talk and stuff, so I was hoping we 
could spend time together. Play a few games, maybe 
watch a movie or two, and talk some, I mean, what do 
you think?" he asked, figuring it was better to get her 
to commit herself to the idea of spending the day with 
him, and in doing so put her off guard a bit with the 
first present, before trying anything more serious.

Her smile just brightened even more. "Sure Rick. I 
think it'd be nice for us to be able to spend some time 
together. But are you sure you want to spend your 
birthday hanging out with your mother?" she asked, her 
smile turning teasing.

"Yeah mom, I'm sure. Why don't you go ahead and see if 
you can find a movie on for us to watch, and I'll go 
get us some drinks?" he asked as he rose to his feet. 
"What would you like?"

She just nodded once before turning to reach for the 
remote control on a nearby table. "A coke would be 
fine."

"Ok, be right back." He told her as he began to move 
towards the kitchen, opening himself to the power as he 
moved, and already beginning to flood her mind with the 
next set of ideas. It was tougher from a distance, but 
at least there was no backlash, so all it really served 
to do was slow him up a bit as he fixed the drinks. For 
the first minute or so he could hear her changing the 
channels, but he didn't pay much attention to it, 
instead focusing on constantly cycling the same ideas 
into her head. A few minutes later he was convinced 
he'd sent it enough times for it to hold, and so he 
walked back into the living room, carrying the drinks 
he'd already had ready for the last minute or so.

"What took so long?" she asked as he moved back towards 
the couch, reaching out to take the glass of coke from 
him when he reached it.

"I thought I saw something out the window." He said in 
a dismissive way. "I watched for a bit to make sure 
there wasn't anything." He told her idly, before 
suddenly switching the subject. "Anyways, I was 
thinking about my second present... And, I was 
wondering if you'd mind if I hung around the house for 
the rest of the day, well... Naked. I've never just 
really had an opportunity to relax in the nude before, 
you know? And I just wanted to see what it felt like." 
He told her, carefully watching her face.

"Go ahead, honey. I mean, the human body is a 
completely natural thing, if you want to go naked while 
at home, there shouldn't be any problem with that." She 
said without her expression wavering in the slightest. 
It had completely worked then. He'd been drilling into 
her head that nudity was ok. That if there weren't any 
sexual overtones to it, how could it be wrong? He'd had 
to break it down into about four separate commands, but 
that had been the gist of the message. And it had 
apparently taken as well as he could have hoped. Trying 
to get her to go naked though he was pretty sure 
would've been much more difficult, because there 
would've been more mental barriers to break down. For 
now, this would suffice.

"Thanks, mom." He said with a smile, walking over to 
set his drink on the table next to her end of the 
couch, before reaching down to grasp his shirt and 
begin drawing it up over his head, wanting to be close 
to her without it being obvious he was doing so. As he 
pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it 
over into a chair not far away, he glanced at her out 
of the corner of his eye and saw her overtly watching 
him, but not staring by any means. 

Swiftly reaching down, he unbuttoned and unzipped his 
pants, slowly tucking his thumbs under the waistbands 
of his pants and boxers before drawing them down his 
hips and legs. As his already half-hard cock came into 
view, he could see his mom's eyes suddenly widen, 
before she suddenly looked swiftly away, her eyes still 
just as wide. Tossing the last of his clothes over to 
join his shirt in the chair, he began walking back past 
his mom. 

He could see her take a couple more very quick glances 
at his cock when she thought he wasn't looking, but the 
rest of the time she was visibly concentrating on 
looking at anything else. He supposed her curiosity, 
moral inhibitions, and perhaps even natural attraction 
maybe, were creating a fair bit of conflict inside her. 
She of course was trying to mentally side with the 
inhibitions, but soon enough he'd change that. At least 
he knew from her reaction that his cock had to be 
larger then his dad's.

"There, much better." He commented with a smile as he 
sat back down on the couch, closer to her then he'd 
been before. "So, what are we watching?" He asked as he 
turned his attention to the TV, which she'd already 
glued her eyes to, as soon as he saw it though he knew.

"Well, I couldn't find anything on that I thought you'd 
like, so I put on Hackers. You always liked that movie, 
right?" She asked, still keeping her eyes a bit too 
firmly fixed to the TV.

"Yeah, that'll work." He told her, going through in his 
mind exactly how he wanted to phrase the next set of 
commands.

For a couple minutes he just let them watch the TV, all 
the while steadily filtering a couple ideas into her 
head. It was starting to get tiresome to have to repeat 
the commands over and over and over again, and the 
effort it took to send them repeatedly was beginning to 
wear on him, but it was the most efficient way to get 
it done, and he had no interest in overdoing himself 
again before he had a chance to reap the rewards.

This time he just focused on convincing her mind that 
she needed to help him, and that she needed to give him 
his next gift. He wasn't sure exactly what better route 
he could take then that without trying to force the 
ideas in. After a moment more though, he finally 
released the power and gave it a shot. "Mom? About my 
third present..."

"Yeah?" she asked, looking over at him without seeming 
to realize what she was doing and freezing as soon as 
she did. She must've relaxed in watching the TV for a 
time, and so he guessed he'd caught her off guard. 
Looking quickly away would make it obvious something 
was wrong so instead she just kept her eyes fixed on 
his face, careful not to look down.

"Well... Rachel and I have been having problems 
lately." He started, carefully controlling his 
expression and pitching his tone to look and sound 
somewhat sad. "I think the problem has been somewhere 
in our dates, you know? I think something I'm doing is 
just bothering her somehow, but I'm not sure exactly 
what it is, and she won't tell me... I've been 
wondering for awhile what I could do to try to fix it, 
and it just occurred to me that... 

"Maybe you could sort of simulate being on a date with 
me, I mean, we're already watching a movie together, 
and a date isn't much different, so if you could just 
pretend that we were on one maybe I could see it from a 
different perspective and tell what I'm doing wrong. It 
wouldn't be that big a deal, right? It would only be 
for a little while." He told her, not having to try 
hard to sound a bit hopeful with the last couple 
sentences.

Immediately he saw her expression beset by confusion. 
As if she knew something was wrong with the idea, but 
was having trouble figuring out what it was. He 
supposed it had to be confusing for her. His being 
naked had to be ok, yet for some reason she felt it 
didn't seem right to look at him naked. It must seem 
even more wrong for them to pretend to be on a date 
with him naked, yet how could that be more wrong if his 
being naked was supposed to be ok? 

He supposed his commands didn't give her much room to 
try to logically sort through the situation and her 
feelings. Her confusion though seemed to block out a 
bit of the effects of his new commands, as he supposed 
her confusion kept her mind off his request just enough 
for the commands not to kick in quite as much, since 
they were centered on the request. 

Finally she seemed to get past her confusion just 
enough to mutter, "But... But I'm your mother." She 
said, finally seeming to have found a reason that fit 
as to why she couldn't pretend to be on a date with 
him, but as soon as the confusion faded the commands 
returned in force.

"But I really need your help mom... Please, this is the 
most important present I could ask for from you. You 
could save my relationship... All you've got to do is 
pretend to be on one date with me, and do what Rachel 
would do, so I can figure it all out." He pleaded, 
wondering if he was going to have to reinforce the 
commands a bit more.

After a moment of puzzled thought, she finally just 
nodded once. "Alright. I guess it couldn't hurt." She 
said slowly, before turning her head back towards the 
TV. "I just need to pretend to be Rachel, right?"

"Yeah. You just do what Rachel would do on a real date, 
and I'll do what I would do, and I'll see if I can 
figure out where I'm going wrong." He told her, before 
suddenly scooting over next to her on the couch, his 
thigh pressing up against hers through her clothes. 
Idly he stretched one arm out behind her head, laying 
it on her opposing shoulder. He could feel her 
trembling ever so slightly at first, but suddenly she 
took a deep breath and seemed to calm, her eyes fixed 
on the TV. 

Turning his attention back to the TV, he began to flood 
her mind with one more idea, hopefully the last he'd 
need to use. That since she'd agreed to help him, she 
had to do everything that Rachel would do on a date, 
and keep her word. That was a really tough one to get 
through, and by the time he'd sent it into her head a 
couple dozen times, he was feeling mentally exhausted, 
and he could feel a sheen of sweat coating his body. 

Relaxing back against the couch, he just took a couple 
minute's break to breathe deeply and recover. His mom 
was too busy keeping her eyes fixed on the TV to pay 
much attention. The exhaustion faded faster then he'd 
expected, and after the couple minutes he felt ok, not 
great, but more then well enough to do what he wanted 
to do, and still eager as ever for just that.

Sitting back up a bit in the seat, he casually let his 
hand slip off her shoulder and quickly down along the 
front of her shirt to cup her large breast, giving it a 
soft squeeze through the material. Immediately he felt 
her go tense beside him, her eyes possessing a shocked 
look as they suddenly glanced down at his hand, then at 
him, then at his hand, then at him again, as if she 
expected there had to be some kind of a mistake and any 
second he'd let go. It took several seconds before she 
finally suddenly screeched "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK 
YOU'RE DOING!?!?" at him as both her hands shot up to 
grab his hand and try to pull it away from her breast.

"What do you mean!?!?" he immediately shot back, not as 
harshly but with a firmness to his words, letting her 
wrench his hand away for the moment. "I do this with 
Rachel on dates all the time mom! I mean, we're 
teenagers after all, what'd you expect? It's not like 
I'm doing it because I want to feel you up or anything, 
mom, christ. I'm just trying to figure out what's going 
wrong with my dates. And you promised you'd help me! 
And I do this all the time with Rachel, so what's the 
matter with you?" he nearly berated her, keeping his 
voice steady and firm.

She actually looked stricken with his scolding, and at 
the same time quite panicked. "But... But... But..." 
She stammered, just staring at him. "But I'm your 
mother, Rick. I mean... You can't just do that! I... I 
know I'm supposed to help you but... But... You just 
can't!" she told him, seemingly unable to come up with 
a better argument then that.

  "Look mom, did you promise to help me, or didn't 
you?" he demanded, and when he saw her open her mouth 
to object, he just went on. "Yes or no, did you promise 
to help me?"

She just stared at him with a pleading expression of 
her own. He stared right back at her, his expression 
firm, and finally a moment later he saw defeat in her 
eyes. "Yes...." She finally whispered.

"Then help me already! You can't just interrupt the 
date right in the middle of something like that, or 
you'll ruin my whole attempt to figure things out. Now 
can we get back to the date or not?" he shot at her.

"O.... Okay.." She finally just said shakily, and he 
could see her trembling a bit again. "Just... Please 
try to keep it light, ok..? I guess you can touch,  
just nothing serious, please?" she asked pleadingly. 
Ignoring her, he just slid his arm back into place 
around her shoulder and began to slide it back down 
over her shirt.

Without hesitation he let his fingers trace their way 
down over the upper slope of her breast and to her 
nipple, very lightly teasing it with the tips of his 
fingers through her shirt. Her body continued to 
tremble next to him, but slowly, after awhile, he could 
feel her nipple steadily harden under his 
manipulations. She still had her eyes locked on the TV 
screen, as if to ignore what he was doing. 

He just let the tips of his fingers slide away from her 
nipple to lightly caress the soft flesh of her breast 
through the cloth. Finally he let his palm come to rest 
over it, cupping her breast and giving it another soft 
squeeze. Her trembling intensified a bit, but otherwise 
she showed no signs of reaction.

Tilting his head in, he ever so softly pressed his lips 
against the side of her neck, brushing them lightly 
over her skin. Once more he felt her stiffen, but this 
time she didn't say anything. Continuing to steadily 
massage her breast with one hand, he began to kiss his 
way up along her neck and over her chin, his free hand 
reaching across to her other cheek and suddenly but 
forcefully tilting her head to face him. 

Almost immediately his lips were against hers, his 
tongue slipping from between his lips to thrust between 
hers before she could react, his hand lightly releasing 
her breast and moving down to her waist as he kissed 
her. She still felt stiff against him, but as his 
tongue probed into her mouth to begin gently teasing 
her tongue with soft little licks, he felt her relax 
ever so slightly. 

She still didn't kiss him back, but she no longer sat 
there like a statue, instead just passively accepting 
his kiss. Her lips ever so slightly moved against his, 
but otherwise there was no real reaction. He just let 
his kisses turn a bit hungrier, the tip of his tongue 
quickly running along the insides of her cheeks before 
once more attacking her tongue, this time almost 
forcefully trying to incite it into a duel.

Finally he felt her tongue begin to move against his, 
very hesitantly at first, then with a bit more 
strength. Teasingly he drew his tongue back, attacking 
and then retreating again as his tongue danced with 
hers, before his tongue was finally slipping back into 
his own mouth and hers was following his in, her lips 
pressing far more firmly against his as she became an 
active participant in the kiss. For several seconds 
more she kissed him, before suddenly her lips separated 
from his so she could catch her breath. 

After several deep breaths she just paused as her eyes 
met his, before she offered him a weaker version of her 
usual teasing grin, as if she'd finally gotten over her 
inhibitions just enough to at least try to make things 
not quite so tense. "I don't think you've got anything 
to worry about in that area, Rick. I don't know where 
you learned it young man, but you're a pretty good 
kisser. I doubt Rachel is unhappy there."

He was pleased with the compliment, but more surprised 
that she'd given it. He'd expected it to take her 
longer to respond to him at all, but he guessed it was 
probably easier for her to deal with it all when it was 
just a matter of kissing and he wasn't actively groping 
her at the same time, not that that particular 
standstill would last long. Besides, she'd sealed her 
own doom with the way she'd worded the compliment.

He just offered her a grin in return. "Good, that's one 
area I don't need to worry about then. Better to move 
on, in that case." He said, his hands reaching in to 
begin undoing the front of her pants. Once more she 
temporarily froze, her eyes wide with horror as she 
realized what he was doing.

"Please Rick... Please... You can't..." She begged, 
though she made no move to physically stop him.

"I do this with Rachel on dates too mom." He lied, 
having never gotten quite this far with the girl as he 
unbuttoned her pants and began to slowly and 
deliberately draw the zipper down. He wasn't sure 
exactly when the roles of power had been reversed 
between his mom and him in her eyes, but he liked 
having her cowed. 

She'd already seemingly realized that she wasn't going 
to be able to talk her way out of doing whatever Rachel 
supposedly did on dates, so she seemed to have fixed 
herself on the pleading route. She still wasn't 
fighting quite as much as he'd expected though. She'd 
always been kind of easy-going, and never very harsh as 
a mom but, he supposed he still expected her to be more 
forceful in her resistance. Who knew, maybe she had a 
submissive streak deep down that he'd never been aware 
of.

"Please don't..." She whispered with fear in her eyes 
as he finished unzipping her pants, but again he just 
ignored her and slid one hand under the waistband of 
her now partially-exposed panties and down to her hot 
slit. He could feel her body still trembling beneath 
his touch, and her eyes suddenly closed tight when his 
fingers came in contact with her pussy, but he could 
detect an ever so slight wetness along her cunt. Not 
much by any means, but enough to show she'd at least 
gotten something out of his kiss.

"Mom.. Naughty girl, you're wet." He informed her, even 
though it made it sound like she was juicier down there 
then she actually was. Still she flushed a bright red 
at his comment, though she remained silent, her eyes 
seemingly clenched even more tightly shut as he ran two 
fingers slowly back and forth along her slit, letting 
the tips of his fingers probe between the lips of her 
pussy and slide along her gash, before finally settling 
over her clit, his fingers beginning to slowly but 
steadily roll it in smooth circles.

He just watched her as he slowly stroked and teased her 
clit, lightly flickering his fingers back and forth 
over it every now and then before returning to a 
circular rubbing. At first he couldn't see any real 
effect, but over time he could feel the nubbin of flesh 
grow hard beneath his touch, her body trembling less, 
and her breathing starting to get ever so slightly 
shallower. Giving her clit one last swift flick, he let 
his fingers trail back down along her pussy, finding 
her much more wet then before. Whether or not she 
wanted it mentally, her body was enjoying the 
attention. 

Seeking out her hole with his index and middle fingers, 
he slowly pressed them up against it and slid them into 
her. Her cunt stretched easily open around his fingers, 
the digits quickly sinking into her slippery tunnel, 
knuckle by knuckle, until they were buried completely 
inside her. Letting his thumb come to rest over her 
clit and resume the steady stroking, he began to pump 
his fingers back and forth inside her.

As he worked up a smooth rhythm to sliding his fingers 
in and out of her hot cunt, he saw her eyes open again. 
She just stared straight into his eyes with a terrified 
look on her face, as if she herself realized she was 
beginning to enjoy what he was doing and that scared 
her more then anything. Continuing to thrust his 
fingers back and forth within her wet pussy, he tilted 
his head back in, this time just gently pressing his 
lips against hers. 

As his tongue probed back out, he could feel her resist 
for a second before she finally opened her lips and let 
his tongue slip into her mouth. He felt her body relax 
slightly as his tongue began to toy with hers, his 
fingers not pausing even for a second as he stroked 
them in and out of her, his thumb sliding steadily over 
and against her clit all the while.

It didn't take nearly so long this time before her 
tongue began to respond to his. He could feel her body 
relaxing more and more as they kissed, her pussy 
getting wetter and wetter as he fingered her. When he 
finally pulled his lips from hers, he could see a 
definite change in her expression. There was more 
desire there now then fear. 

With a smile he drew his fingers out of her hole just 
long enough to let his ring finger join the other two 
before feeding three fingers back into her horny cunt. 
He heard her emit a soft gasp as he sank the fingers 
deep into her before resuming a steady in and out 
stroking, his thumb picking up the pace in it's 
stroking of her clit. 

As he continued to finger-fuck her at a nice swift 
pace, soft moans began to emit from her throat, her 
eyes suddenly looking down, and stopping dead when they 
fixed on his cock. He could see her breathing quicken 
even more, and she didn't look away, just staring at 
his hard stick as he hammered his fingers back and 
forth inside her.

Unable to resist the impulse that arose within him as 
she gazed at his cock, he suddenly drew his fingers out 
of her pussy, his hand sliding up as his other hand 
moved down, both grasping the waistband of her panties 
and suddenly jerking them downwards. He didn't get them 
down her hips very far, but he did draw them down 
enough for her pussy to become exposed. "Now... You do 
it, mom." He told her softly as he reached out to grasp 
her wrist, drawing it down to her crotch to replace his 
at her pussy. 

Her eyes just flickered back up to his face, a fleeting 
hesitation passing through her eyes before she finally 
just nodded slightly, three of her own fingers quickly 
moving to her hole and sinking inside herself, her eyes 
returning to his cock as she began to masturbate. 
Slowly he reached out, laying one hand on the back of 
her head and beginning to draw it down towards his 
cock. 

This time she didn't resist, just allowing him to 
steadily draw her head further and further down, her 
lips parting and then finally opening in acceptance 
just before the head of his cock slipped between them, 
sliding smoothly into her mouth. He just saw his mom's 
eyes once more fall shut as she began to suck his cock, 
her fingers working even faster at her pussy as she 
allowed another couple inches of her son's hard rod to 
slide into her mouth.

For a moment she just held her head there and sucked, 
her lips pursed around his cock as her tongue 
hesitantly swiped at it in small licks. Then her head 
began to move, slowly at first, but gradually picking 
up speed, bobbing up and down along his nice big staff. 
He could feel her tongue begin twirling around the head 
of his cock with every upstroke, before lapping at the 
underside of his shaft as her lips slid back down along 
his thick rod. 

Still she wasn't even getting half the full length of 
his cock in her mouth, but she seemed satisfied to suck 
the first four inches or so, her free hand reaching in 
to grasp the base of his shaft and begin stroking up 
and down along in time with the bobbing of her head up 
and down on the upper part of his cock.

He could see her fingers working furiously at her pussy 
as she sucked her son's big dick, and every now and 
then she'd emit a moan, causing her lips to vibrate 
against his cock as they slid up and down along the 
shaft. Rick just relaxed, profusely enjoying the feel 
of his mom's warm wet mouth sliding back and forth 
along his cock, and even more so enjoying the sight of 
his shaft vanishing in and out of her mouth with the 
bobbing of her head. He almost wished he had a video 
camera to record the sight, except of course that the 
tape wouldn't last past the end of the day.

Almost of their own volition, his hips began to move in 
time with the bobbing of his mother's head, drawing 
back a bit as she lifted up, his cock sliding smoothly 
out from between her lips, until just the head 
remained, before humping back upwards as her head moved 
down, slipping his hard shaft right back into her 
mouth. 

"Mmm, that feels so good mom. You're a lot better at 
sucking my cock then Rachel." He murmured to her, 
telling a lie in the compliment, since he'd never had 
Rachel do it, but wanting to see how she'd react. 

Once more she flushed a bright red, and her moaning 
around his cock actually seemed to become a bit more 
frequent, her fingers having slid out of her pussy and 
focused on her clit, smearing her juices over the stiff 
nubbin of flesh and causing it to glisten in the light 
as she quickly began to flicker her fingers back and 
forth over it. The bobbing of her head along his hard 
staff, and the stroking of the base with her other 
hand, both grew quicker, and he could tell she was 
getting close.

Suddenly she began to tense, her mouth lifting off his 
cock but her hand continuing to quickly slide along his 
shaft, her other hand almost a blur over her clit. "Oh 
god! Oh fuck! Fuck!" She chanted softly, before 
suddenly biting down on her lower lip, muffled groans 
escaping her lips as she furiously masturbated, her 
hips lifting off the couch as she stroked her horny 
clit. 

Rick just watched her with glee until she finally began 
to calm a bit, her body suddenly collapsing back onto 
the couch, the motion of her hands at both her cunt and 
his cock gradually slowing, her hand lifting away from 
her clit a few seconds later, though her other hand 
remained on his cock. Just panting softly, she looked 
over at him and met his eyes, before glancing down at 
his cock, which was still hard, and then back up at his 
face.

"Why don't you get between my legs and suck it some 
more, mom?" He murmured with a sly smile as he gestured 
to the ground right in front of his position on the 
couch. Slowly, still panting, she lifted up off the 
couch just enough to kneel on the ground. 

He could see a wet spot where her juices had soaked 
into the couch, but she didn't seem to notice as she 
crawled between his legs, her hand never leaving his 
cock. Her head had just began to tilt in towards his 
dick when he reached down with one hand to lightly 
grasp her chin, stopping her and forcing her to look up 
at him. "Uh uh, mom. First you have to ask me to let 
you suck it." He told her, the sly smile still on his 
face.

"I... I..." His mom nearly whimpered, just staring at 
his face, her cheeks once more turning a bit red. He 
could see a shadow of hesitation back on her face, but 
then her grip suddenly tightened a little on his cock, 
her hand pumping back and forth along his hard shaft a 
couple more times, and as she did he saw the shadow 
pass. "Can I please suck your cock, Rick?" She half-
whispered in an embarrassed way.

"Of course, mom. You can suck it all day long if you 
like." He told her with a smile, releasing her chin and 
leaning back against the couch.

Still blushing, she tilted her head in the rest of the 
way, extending her tongue and giving the head of his 
cock a teasing lick before capturing it between her 
lips. Slowly, but steadily, she began to press her head 
downwards, more and more of his cock vanishing into her 
warm wet mouth. 

He was slightly surprised when she sucked the fourth 
inch in and kept going, her body lifting up a bit so 
she could straighten her neck as she tilted her head 
downwards, then suddenly he felt the head of his cock 
suddenly slip into her throat. Emitting a soft gasp, he 
just watched as his mom slid the sixth, and then the 
seventh inches of his cock into her mouth and throat. 

She paused there for just a second before beginning to 
pull back up, not trying for the last couple inches, 
but just lifting her head up and off his cock, just 
taking a couple deep breaths as she suddenly looked 
back up at his face. Blushing once more, she spoke in a 
soft voice.. "You're... Rather large, you know." She 
murmured, reaching in to slide a single finger along 
the underside of his cock.

"Is that a good thing?" he asked, feigning innocence, 
just letting his mom tease his dick.

Slowly she nodded, just smiling and sinking back down 
from the elevated position she'd been holding herself 
in. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, but her 
tone carried a note of pleasure, her hand wrapping back 
around his cock and beginning to slide up and down 
along the length of his hard shaft. 

"With my own son..." She whispered softly, before 
suddenly tilting her head back in to recapture the head 
of his cock in her mouth. She just froze her head 
there, her tongue immediately beginning to attack it in 
teasing licks, her hand sliding faster and faster back 
and forth along his thick stick, pumping him in swift 
firm strokes.

Suddenly he found her looking up into his eyes as she 
sucked his cock, her hand working faster and faster 
along his big shaft as her warm tongue continued to 
slide along and over the head of his dick. The erotic 
sight, combined with the feel of her mouth and hand 
were quickly bringing him to the edge. She seemed to 
know it too, because she simply intensified her 
sucking, continuing to torment him with her tongue as 
she jerked his hard cock. 

It only took a few seconds more before his cock 
suddenly jerked inside her mouth, beginning to spray 
his pearly cum all over her tongue. One of his hands 
instinctively reached in to grasp the back and of his 
mother's head as more and more of his cum shot into her 
warm mouth, his mother gulping down each spurt of his 
salty cum in turn, until finally he began to calm.

Slowly he lifted his hand away from her head, his 
mother continuing to suck the head of his cock a moment 
longer, even though her hand had halted in its motions 
along his shaft, before finally she let his shaft slip 
from between his lips.

Smiling up at him, her eyes almost twinkling, she just 
spoke in a sexy voice. "You like having your own mother 
suck your cock, huh?" she asked, having seemingly 
somehow got caught up in the naughtiness of it all. 
"Well, you better not start expecting it every day 
mister..." She said, reaching up with her free hand to 
give his stomach a poke with one fingernail, pausing 
for dramatic effect before going on. "But I guess once 
every now and then couldn't hurt." She told him 
teasingly.

"It's not over yet though, mom." He responded slyly, 
just watching her. "Don't you think you'd like to have 
it in another of your holes before we call it quits?"

She just paused for a second, seeming to consider. "I 
suppose I can let you stick this big ol' thing in your 
mother's pussy." She murmured softly as she resumed a 
gentle stroking of his cock, her eyes showing 
excitement every time she said something particularly 
naughty. "But only if you promise to be careful at 
first and let me adjust. I've never had a cock this 
large before, and it's been quite awhile since I gave 
birth to you and your sister, so it might take a bit of 
getting used to." She told him, her tone suddenly 
serious.

"I promise mom." He responded honestly, just smiling at 
her. "Why don't we go in your room? I don't think the 
couch would be the most comfortable place for it."

"Alright." She responded, smiling once more as she gave 
his hard dick a few last strokes before releasing it, 
suddenly leaning back and reaching down to pull her 
pants and panties down a bit before kicking them off. 
Just offering him a little wink, she rose to her feet, 
offering him a full view of her cunt, which was 
completely bare. His eyes widened a bit as he realized 
that she shaved her pussy, but it only made the sight 
even more erotic. 

He could see her cunt gleaming with wetness as she 
turned to begin striding off towards the hall, reaching 
down to grasp and begin pulling off her shirt as she 
did. With a big grin, he was quick to hop off the couch 
and follow, his cock already once more hard as he 
studied his mother's naked ass as she walked.

Stepping over her shirt, which she'd dropped on the 
ground, he could see her reach back to undo her bra, 
letting it slip down her arms and off as well. It 
wasn't until she'd moved into the room at the end of 
the hall, his parent's room, and over to her bed before 
she finally turned around and he got a good look at her 
tits. Even at 37, her large breasts were surprisingly 
firm, standing proudly on her chest. 

Swiftly he turned to shut the door behind them before 
shifting his attention back to his mom, who beckoned to 
him with one finger. Slowly he walked over to her, his 
grin turning devilish, but just before he reached her 
she extended her arm to lay her hand on his chest, just 
holding him at arm's length as her eyes roved up and 
down along his body.

"When did you get so sexy?" She asked him with another 
wink, her fingernails lightly trailing over his chest. 
"God, my own son, I still can't believe I'm doing 
this..." She murmured before trailing off, but the 
smile remaining on her face. 

"But I'm glad I am. Now, a couple last ground rules 
before we get started. First, now that I know about 
this," she said, one of her fingers lightly trailing 
down over his stomach and down to lightly run along the 
base of his cock. 

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to resist making use of 
it every now and then. But I get to decide when and 
where, ok? We can't go making this too regular a thing, 
much as I'd like to." She informed him, her eyes 
suddenly meeting his. 

"And secondly, you can't tell anyone about this. I 
don't want your father to find out about it, much less 
anyone else. So before you can stick that in here..." 
She said, making sure she had his attention before her 
free hand suddenly slid down between her own legs, one 
of her fingers sliding lightly back and forth along the 
lips of her wet pussy as the finger of her other hand 
continued to run along his cock. 

"You're going to have to swear to me that it'll just be 
between us."

It was both frustrating and almost funny for him to 
have to listen to her waste time talking about things 
that were only relevant in a future tense, when he knew 
quite well there would be no future. But, it was better 
then trying to put in the effort for even more mental 
commands, so he just played along. "You have my word, 
mom. I won't tell anyone." He told her solemnly, trying 
to sound as serious as possible.

"Good. In that case..." She replied, her head suddenly 
tilting in to deliver a quick but hungry kiss to his 
lips before she suddenly turned, her hand leaving his 
cock as she walked around to the edge of the bed, 
climbing up onto it and moving over to the middle 
before stretching out on her back. "I'm all yours."

Rick just smiled as he strode around to the side she 
had, surveying her naked body as he moved. Firm body, 
smooth skin, a gorgeous face, large full breasts, and a 
very pretty pussy. A guy couldn't ask for much more. 
Very slowly he climbed up onto the bed, his mother 
watching in anticipation as he crawled on all fours 
over to her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before 
his head suddenly tilted in to her right breast, 
capturing her already hard nipple between his lips. 

As he began to softly suck on it, he could feel his 
mother begin to run her fingers through his hair, and 
he heard her emit a soft groan. "Rick, don't tease 
me..." She murmured softly, but there didn't seem to be 
much conviction behind it.

After awhile he began to swirl his tongue around her 
stiff nipple, a little later switching to a quick firm 
fluttering of his tongue back and forth over it in very 
swift licks, even letting his teeth graze ever so 
slightly against it a couple times, just testing and 
trying a variety of things, listening to his mother's 
moans to determine which she seemed to like more then 
others. 

Finally he let her nipple slip from his lips, his head 
lifting up as he maneuvered his body in over hers, both 
hands reaching down to cup her large breasts, his eyes 
remaining on her face though. "Why don't you guide me 
into you, mom?" He asked slyly, his hips moving in but 
stopping with his hard cock hovering about an inch from 
her pussy, his hands very softly squeezing her tits as 
he waited.

Wordlessly she just reached between them, grasping his 
big cock and slowly guiding it in until the head of his 
cock brushed against the lips of her pussy, his mother 
sliding the head of his cock up and down along her hot 
cunt for a few seconds to get it wet with her juices 
before she finally positioned it against her hole. 

"Go slow." She warned him as his hips began to drive 
forward, her pussy suddenly stretching open as the head 
of his thick shaft sank into her, a gasp escaping her 
lips as her hand left his cock, both hands moving to 
the covers to either side of her and clenching them 
tightly as he drove his hard cock slowly inch by inch 
into his mother's wet and waiting cunt.

He just watched as his long staff vanished steadily 
into his mother's pussy, her hot wet tunnel wrapped 
snuggly around his rod as he drove more and more of it 
into her, his mother letting out a few more gasps with 
the last few inches, before finally his balls came to 
rest against her ass. He just paused there, resting 
with his thick dick buried to the hilt inside his 
mother's hot wet hole. "Ready?" he asked, just holding 
still for a few seconds. 

Finally at her nod, he began to slowly draw his hips 
back, sliding about half of his cock out of her before 
smoothly sliding it back in, keeping his strokes slow 
at first but steadily increasing the pace and the 
length of his strokes as time passed.

For the first several strokes he could see her just 
taking long deep breaths as he worked his hard cock 
back and forth inside her, but her breathing swiftly 
grew quicker, turning into almost pants as he really 
began to pick the pace up, steadily sawing his thick 
shaft back and forth inside her. 

"Mmmm, it feels so good, Rick." She gasped, before 
letting out a long soft moan. Her cunt wasn't as tight 
as Jenn's or his teacher's had been, but it still felt 
extremely good as it enveloped his cock on every inward 
stroke.

Finally he released her breasts, reaching over to plant 
his hands to either side of her and steady himself. 
Holding himself up over her, he just stared down into 
her eyes as he pounded his large stick in and out of 
her hot wet pussy faster and faster. 

When she saw him staring into her eyes, she quickly bit 
her lip and closed them, seemingly embarrassed, but her 
embarrassment only seemed to cause the soft moans 
emitting from her throat to grow more frequent. He 
could feel his balls slapping smoothly against his 
mother's ass with every in stroke as he hammered his 
thick rod swiftly in and out of her.

As he fucked his mom hard and fast, he felt a vague 
sense of accomplishment. It was something he'd never 
thought he'd manage to do. Yet her warm velvety cunt 
was wrapped snuggly around his hard cock just the same.

Rhythmically he drove his hips back and forth, fucking 
her with swift forceful strokes, her legs suddenly 
wrapping themselves around his hips as he pounded his 
long staff in and out of her slippery hole. Her face 
was flushed and he could hear her moans growing 
steadily louder, his pelvic bone grinding against her 
clit every time he slammed his cock home inside her, 
before he'd quickly pull it almost all the way out of 
her, his shaft slick with her juices, and then sink it 
right back into her.

After awhile he quickly tilted his head in, his tongue 
snaking out to begin lapping at the front of his 
mother's throat as he fucked her, driving his hard cock 
back and forth inside her with long hard strokes. And 
finally he felt her cunt begin to convulse around his 
cock, the inner walls of her velvety tunnel 
rhythmically spasming around his large shaft as he 
hammered it deeply in and out of her. 

Once more he could hear her moans suddenly become 
muffled, as if she was biting her lip to hold them 
back, but he didn't lift his head to check, he just 
fucked her harder and faster as he could feel his 
mother cum around his cock.

Finally he could feel her begin to calm, but he wasn't 
done yet. Lifting his head back up, closing his eyes, 
and steadying himself as much as he could, he just 
kicked it into overdrive, beginning to work his hips as 
fast as he could make them move and really slamming his 
cock in and out of his mother's wet pussy. 

The feeling of her slick tunnel around his thick rod 
was indescribable, and he could feel his own pleasure 
slowly but steadily begin to build as he pounded his 
hard shaft back and forth inside her. It was only 
several seconds later that he felt his cock finally 
jerk inside her, his thick cum beginning to shoot into 
her hot cunt in long jets. His pumping became slightly 
erratic as more and more of his cum sprayed inside her, 
but eventually he too began to calm.

***

It was several hours later that Jenny walked in on 
them. Rick had sort of lost track of time after awhile. 
He and his mother had spent nearly six hours fucking 
and sucking, with the occasional short break. It was 
actually during the first long break that she found 
them. He and his mother were laying on her bed, 
completely naked, and he was watching the TV his 
parents had in their room. His mother was sleeping 
beside him. She'd fallen asleep a couple hours before 
while they rested, though he didn't think she intended 
to. 

He was content to let her sleep, though. She could use 
the rest, he was sure. Had she been awake, she might've 
thought to check the clock and realize that Jenny would 
be home soon, but Rick was too caught up in the movie 
he was watching, and didn't pay attention. So he was 
rather surprised then when his sister suddenly walked 
into the room.

"Mom, you were supposed to pick me...." Jenny started 
as she walked in, before her eyes finally settled on 
the two of them on the bed, and she froze. She just 
stood there, unmoving and unblinking for a full fifteen 
seconds before her jaw even dropped. It seemed to be 
trying to work and say something, but nothing was 
coming out, and it just made his sister look like a 
stranded fish out of water. Finally she suddenly turned 
without managing a single word and literally ran out of 
the room.

Sighing to himself, Rick carefully extracted himself 
from the bed without waking his mother and headed after 
his sister. Not bothering to put on clothes, he just 
headed out of the room and down the hall. His sister's 
door was closed, meaning she was exactly where he 
expected her to be. 

She hadn't had time to think to go anywhere else. 
Luckily for him her door wasn't locked, and as he 
opened it, he spotted her sitting on the edge of her 
bed. She looked up as the door opened, but he hit her 
with a 'Don't move' before she could do anything. This 
was going to take a bit of work, but he had time, and 
she certainly wasn't going anywhere... Not anymore, at 
least.

***

A few hours later, his sister was naked on her parent's 
bed, on her hands and knees between their mother's 
widespread thighs with her head tilted in to lap at the 
exposed pussy before her while Rick pounded his thick 
cock in and out of her tight young cunt from behind. 

It had taken a fair bit of work with the commands to 
get his sister willing, and then even more on his 
mother to get her to accept his sister's joining them 
as well, but finally he had pulled it off, and he was 
very much enjoying reaping the benefits of his hard 
work. He'd spent a bit of time with his sister in the 
shower before finally bringing her in and having her 
wait while he worked on their mother, and that in and 
of itself had been pretty fun. He had had to bust her 
cherry a second time, but he didn't mind.

He could hear his mother softly chanting his sister's 
name as she ran her fingers through the girl's hair. 
And he could feel just how much tighter his sister's 
pussy was around his cock then his mom's had been as he 
screwed it back and forth inside her. It was then that 
someone walked in on them for the second time that day, 
and this time was much less pleasant.

It was when Rick heard something hit the floor that he 
suddenly swiveled his head around to look towards the 
door, and there was his father, standing there, looking 
on in shock, briefcase on the floor beside him. But in 
far less time then it had taken Jenny to react he 
suddenly saw the man's features tighten in anger. Rick 
really didn't feel like fucking dealing with this now 
though. He'd put a heck of a lot of effort into getting 
his mother and sister into this position, and he'd be 
damned if he was going to let it slip out of his grasp.

"We're kind of busy here." He told his father in a 
cold, calm voice as he slid his cock out of Jenny's 
pussy so he could fully turn to face the guy. "Why 
don't you get the fuck out and come back later?" he 
demanded. It was when he spoke that Jenny lifted her 
head to turn and look. 

His mother saw their uninvited guest before Jenny did, 
but they both let out almost identical shrieks within a 
second of each other. His father's face on the other 
hand simply went from anger to rage as he began to 
stalk towards the bed. Getting kind of fed up himself, 
Rick slid off the bed and to his feet to stand and face 
him. Rick was about ready to shove the first mental 
command into his dad's head to literally force the guy 
out, when he suddenly noticed his father's clenched 
fist. It caused him to pause for the remaining couple 
seconds it took his dad to close on him and swing.

Rick wasn't sure exactly how he managed to react the 
way he did, because he'd never had any kind of 
training, but his hand shot out and easily caught his 
father's inner arm long before the man's fist even came 
near him. And that was when he felt the rage start to 
build up inside him. It was icy cold, but furious in 
strength. His father had just tried to hit him. 

Regardless of the fucking situation, no one tried to 
hit him. Not his father, not anyone. Rick didn't 
tolerate being hit, nor attempts to do so. With a girl 
he'd at least offer a fair warning before he started 
hitting back, but a guy deserved no such mercy. He 
could feel the rage building at an unbelievably swift 
pace inside him, quickly seizing control. All thought 
vanished from his head, and only one idea was clear. 
The object of his anger was standing before him, 
vulnerable. That was all Rick needed to know.

Without thought he lashed out with his right hand, 
knuckles clenched but not into a fist. Rather with the 
middle knuckle extended forward, and his middle and 
ring fingers extended beyond the others. With all the 
force he could muster he drove his knuckles straight 
into the center of his father's throat in a vertical 
blow. He could hear air suddenly escaping his father's 
mouth, and then nothing. 

He realized his other hand had already released the 
man's arm, and his father was stumbling backwards, 
clutching his throat. He seemed to be trying to draw in 
air, but was having quite a bit of difficulty doing so. 
Rick already knew precisely what happened. He didn't 
know how he knew, nor how he'd known how to do it, but 
his father's larynx was crushed. The man had about as 
long to live as the air in his lungs lasted, because he 
wasn't getting any more.

He could feel the rage slowly begin to leave him, but 
nothing seemed to be taking it's place. Not sadness, 
not regret, nothing. "See what happens? All because you 
couldn't mind your own fucking business," he told his 
father coldly, watching as the man struggled, with eyes 
wide and near wild. 

With every second his father couldn't get air, the man 
began to become more and more desperate. After awhile 
of trying he finally started to stumble towards Rick, 
but several feet before he reached him he dropped to 
his knees, literally clawing at his throat. He could 
hear his mother and sister screaming on the bed, but it 
didn't matter to him anymore. 

"Consider yourself lucky. Tomorrow, you won't even 
remember this happened." He spat out at his father. He 
barely even noticed the woman and girl rushing off the 
bed to try and help his father until they were beside 
the man. But there was nothing they could do for him.

It wasn't much longer before his father collapsed and 
went still. He wasn't dead yet. He'd just passed out. 
But he'd be dead soon. Without looking back Rick strode 
past them, out of the room, down the hall to the front 
door, and out of the house. It didn't matter to him 
that he didn't have clothes on. Not much did matter to 
him any more.

***

Walking outside into the cool night air, he began to 
feel surprised just how little he felt. He'd just 
killed his own father, but there was no remorse in him. 
After all, the guy would just be alive again tomorrow 
anyways. But did the fact that his death wasn't 
permanent really make it alright to commit murder? It 
didn't seem like it should, but he still couldn't bring 
himself to feel sorry for what he did. His father had 
tried to hit him, and Rick didn't tolerate anyone 
attempting to strike him. Normally he wouldn't kill in 
retaliation, but when it didn't matter what he did 
anyways, what was the point to doing anything else 
instead?

It was just so frustrating. The feeling that nothing 
you thought, nothing you felt, nothing you did 
mattered. What did it matter what you did, if it had no 
meaning? So he'd tried to focus on at least getting 
some fun out of it, and his dad had gotten in the way 
of that, so he'd dealt with him. Why should he care if 
anyone else lived or died in this place? It wasn't like 
they were going to stay dead very long. He sure as hell 
wasn't going to get any more fun out of this night, 
though, now that his mother and sister had seen. In 
fact, he vaguely wondered if they might not be the ones 
to kill him, this time around.

Delivering an idle kick to the grass, Rick clenched his 
teeth together. He just wanted out. Was that so much to 
ask? What had he ever done to get put in this place in 
the first place? Why couldn't he just go back to his 
old life, to a normal world, where time went on from 
day to day like it was supposed to? He wouldn't have to 
hurt anyone, he wouldn't have to do anything he 
shouldn't, he could just live again. He could be... 
Himself again. It had been awhile since he really felt 
like himself. The him that was standing there almost 
felt alien to him.

How could he get out? If Max and Leon had really put 
him there, then there had to be some way out. But what? 
What could he possibly do to escape the unending cycle 
he'd been locked into?

Tilting his head back to gaze up at the sky, Rick was 
surprised to see an unusually bright star in the skies 
above, much larger then any star he'd ever seen before. 
Amazingly, as he watched, it seemed to slowly but 
steadily grow bigger, taking up more and more of his 
vision, and the longer he watched the faster it grew. 
Finally he realized what it was, and he knew what was 
going to happen.

With a sigh he closed his eyes, but he could see the 
brightness even through his eyelids, and he could see 
it growing brighter and brighter. As he waited for it 
to strike, he let his thoughts drift, and for a brief 
moment he wasn't even sure if he wanted to wake up the 
next morning, if he had to live through the same day 
yet again. Quickly this thought faded, though, and it 
was only seconds later that the meteor finally struck. 
There was no pain, just a sudden impact, and then 
darkness.

***

Once more he was floating through the haze, and once 
more the voices were speaking.

"A meteor? You're joking, right?" the voice asked, 
sounding genuinely surprised.

"What, jealous?" The other voice queried.

"You've got to be kidding me. Jealous of that? I mean 
it's just... Ridiculous."

"It's better then rattlesnakes."

"Hey, at least the rattlesnakes happen from time to 
time. Getting hit by a meteor is a one in a billion 
sort of thing. I mean, first the skater, and now this? 
Fine, you want to see a really outrageous way to die? 
Then when the time comes around this next day, just 
watch. I'll give you one you'll have a hell of a time 
topping."

"Really? Alright, now I'm interested. Let's see what 
you can do."

"Just you wait."

When the yank came this time, Rick was ready.

***

School had just ended. Rick had gone again, though he 
wasn't sure quite why he'd gone. It wasn't like he paid 
much attention in the classes anyways. All the teachers 
ever taught was exactly what they'd taught him the last 
several days before, and he already more then had the 
material down. And he wasn't sure it was to think, 
because he didn't really do much of that either. He 
just sat and, sort of drifted. Without thinking. It was 
easier that way. He still didn't feel regret for what 
he'd done the night before, but that was what worried 
him. He should feel something, but much as he tried, it 
just wasn't there.

Near the end of the day Rick had decided to talk to 
Rachel. To try and tell her everything. Even if she 
didn't believe him, even if she couldn't give him 
advice.. He needed to talk to someone. And there was 
always the vague hope that maybe she could actually 
help him. Their last classes were at different ends of 
the school, and while Rick usually parked in the main 
parking lot with most everyone else, Rachel tended to 
grab one of the few parking spots at the other end of 
the school when she could. 

At that moment Rick was hurrying around to her end of 
the school, trying to catch up with her before she 
left. And just as he turned the corner to the place she 
usually parked, he stopped dead. Rachel was standing 
next to her car, talking to someone already. It only 
took Rick a moment to identify the guy as Jason Hayes, 
another senior. In fact, Rick was reasonably sure that 
was Jason's car parked next to Rachel's. Jason was 
holding something in his hands and talking animatedly 
to Rachel as he showed it to her, but Rick couldn't get 
a clear look at what it was.

He knew he should probably just walk over there, but he 
was struck by an odd curiosity as he watched them, even 
backing up and to the side a couple steps to take 
partial cover behind the building so they wouldn't see 
him. About a moment later, Rachel finally got into her 
car, with Jason following suit and getting into his, 
and both of them drove off in the same direction. Rick 
just watched in silence for a couple seconds before 
turning to begin heading back around the building to 
the parking lot and his own car. He had a vague idea of 
where they were going from the direction they took, and 
he wanted to check for himself.

***

As Rick neared Rachel's house, he could see her and 
Jason's car both in her driveway. So he'd been right. 
Not pulling into her driveway but instead driving past 
so as not to arouse suspicion, Rick just pulled into an 
empty driveway several houses down. Really he could 
care less if the owner came home and found his drive 
blocked. Rick just slipped out of his car and began to 
walk back towards Rachel's house, feeling strangely 
calm. For all the possibilities he could probably 
imagine if he tried, there were almost no thoughts in 
his head. Much as there had been next to none for most 
of the day leading up to that point.

Striding silently down her driveway and up to her front 
door, he tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. 
Well, that made things easier. Taking a deep breath, he 
opened it and stepped inside, closing it silently 
behind him. He could hear voices speaking in a room 
down the hall. Rachel's room. With a sudden knot in his 
stomach, Rick walked down the hall, careful not to make 
any noise that might give his presence away. He paused 
just before he reached the open doorway to her room, 
listening to the now clear voices within.

"You wouldn't do that. You couldn't." He heard Rachel's 
voice say, sounding more disbelieving then certain, 
though.

"You can bet your ass I could, and would. Heck, if I 
was willing to go through the trouble of getting the 
pictures taken, what makes you think I wouldn't be 
perfectly willing to give them to the entire student 
body?" That was Jason's voice, speaking in a 
contemptuous tone.

"No you wouldn't. Because if you did, I could sue your 
ass. You took those pictures on private property 
without my permission. That's invasion of privacy. If 
you give those to anyone, I can call the cops."

"Sure, you could. But then, every single person at our 
school will have seen them. I'm sure all the guys will 
immensely enjoy them. And believe me, with that many 
copies being circulated, I'm sure someone will wind up 
putting them on the internet. And then who knows how 
many guys will see them. Not only will you not be able 
to go back to school without every guy there leering at 
you, but you'll never be able to go to another place in 
your life without wondering what some guy looking at 
you might mean, without wondering if maybe he saw them 
too. 

"Now, with a good lawyer, even if you came after me, 
there's a chance I could get off. And even if I got 
convicted, the potential sentence isn't harsh enough to 
deter me. Even if you won a civil suit, is all that... 
Publicity, worth it? I mean, I'm willing to take my 
chances in court, if it comes to it. But are you 
willing to deal with the effects of those pictures 
being out in the open for the rest of your life? When 
we could settle it all right here, right now, without 
anyone ever knowing?"

There was a pause for a time, and then finally, "What 
do you want?" Rachel asked softly.

"I already told you what I want." Jason responded 
steadily. "I managed to get pictures of you while you 
were masturbating, but now I want to see the real 
thing. Up close and in person. So I want you to 
undress, where I can see, and play with yourself."

There was another long pause, before.. "And if I do 
that, you'll give me the negatives?"

"That's the deal. So it's your decision, Rachel. You 
can have ten minutes of discomfort now. Or you can deal 
with embarrassment for the rest of your life." Jason 
told her, his voice almost dripping confidence.

"If I do this, I'm going to want you at least ten feet 
away from me at all times.. Is that clear?" she finally 
asked quietly.

"Sure, whatever you say." Jason responded triumphantly.

"And you... You'll never tell anyone about this? And I 
mean, no one..?" She said, her tone carrying a note of 
fear.

"You have my word."

"Like I can trust that." She spat scornfully.

"Hey, what other choice do you have?" he queried.

There was one last pause, and then.. "I fucking hate 
you." Rachel's voice stated, but it was accompanied by 
the rustling of clothes.

Still feeling that knot in his stomach, Rick 
considered. Intellectually, he again knew that he 
should march right into the room and stop what was 
happening, but he was struck by the knowledge that this 
had already happened multiple times before. And that, 
even if he stopped it today, unless he came along every 
day, it would happen again in the future. And he wanted 
to know exactly what had happened, and would happen. 
Because, if he ever got out of the freaking trap he'd 
been stuck into, it would be knowledge he'd want to 
have in the real world. If what he thought was going to 
happen did happen, then that meant it had really 
happened, during the real day. And he just couldn't 
bring himself to walk away without knowing for sure.

Carefully he peeked his head around the corner of the 
door just enough to see into the room. Jason had wound 
up sitting in a chair to the right side of the room, 
and Rachel was standing next to the side of her bed, 
working to undo her jeans. Her shirt was already off, 
leaving her breasts encased only by a simple white bra. 
Neither was looking his way, but he was still careful 
to keep as little of his head visible as possible. But 
after a few seconds he realized that that just wouldn't 
work. 

It wouldn't take much for one of them to catch a 
glimpse of him out of the corner of their eye, and that 
would make things difficult. After a bit more thought, 
deciding he didn't have much other option, he sent into 
their heads a few times each that they couldn't see him 
at the door. Which wouldn't hold if he were to enter 
the room, but should work fine so long as he didn't 
cross the threshold. Then once he was sure they were in 
place, he gave up on trying to hide and just stepped 
out in front of the door so he could get an open and 
far better view.

By now, Rachel had already managed to pull off her 
jeans, and was just standing by her bed in nothing but 
her underwear, glaring at Jason, who was tapping his 
fingers on the side of the chair expectantly. For a 
moment Rachel didn't make any other movement, but 
finally she just reluctantly reached behind her, her 
hands moving to unhook her bra. 

Rick felt a sudden surge of jealousy as she did. Even 
though technically he was going to see Rachel's tits at 
the same time Jason did, he was bothered by the idea 
that Jason had gotten to see them even before he ever 
had, since this had happened during the days before. In 
theory those days didn't happen any earlier then this 
one, since the exact same time period was repeating, 
but that still didn't change his feelings about it.

As she slid the bra down her arms and off and her 
breasts came into view, he could see Jason smile. 
Rachel did have nice tits, Rick noted. Not as nice as 
his mother's or teacher's had been, but still nice 
enough, and quite firm. Rachel didn't hesitate this 
time before reaching down to begin sliding her panties 
down her legs, causing her pussy to become exposed. Her 
pubic hair had the same fine red coloring as her head, 
which didn't really surprise him. He'd always known she 
was a natural red-head. Still, he should have felt more 
excited then he did, after all, he was seeing his 
girlfriend naked for the first time, even if she wasn't 
naked for him. But his mixed emotions brought about an 
almost clinical-feel to his appraisal of her body.

With another glare shot Jason's way she sat down on the 
edge of her bed, facing him, and parted her legs a bit. 
While this didn't offer Rick the best possible angle 
for watching, it did at least still give him a partial 
view of her cunt as she moved one hand down between her 
legs. Her hand paused as it hovered an inch above her 
pussy, but only for a second before she finally moved 
her index and ring fingers in, using them to gently 
part the lips of her cunt and expose the pink gash 
within, before her middle finger slid between them, 
settling over her clit and beginning to slide back and 
forth over it.

For a moment she just teased her clit, her body showing 
no real reaction to the stimulus, but finally she 
brought her other hand in. Her left hand moved up a bit 
more, her index finger joining her middle finger at her 
clit as her right hand moved in to press the tip of her 
middle finger against the entrance to her cunt, her 
hole swiftly stretching open around it as the finger 
began to sink smoothly into her. She quickly settled 
into a steady rhythm of pumping the finger back and 
forth inside her as the fingers of her other hand 
played with her stiff button, and Rick could faintly 
see her cunt begin to gleam with wetness as she 
masturbated.

Jason was watching intently from off to the side, and 
Rachel began to become a bit flushed the more she 
worked the finger back and forth within her wettening 
pussy, her left hand steadily speeding up in the quick 
motions of her fingers back and forth across her clit. 
After awhile she finally added her right index finger 
to her middle one, plunging both of them into her pussy 
and swiftly building the pace back up of working them 
in and out of herself. For a few long minutes she 
fingered herself, her breath becoming shorter and her 
cunt beginning to really glisten with her juices as 
time passed, before suddenly Jason rose to his feet.

As he began to walk towards her, Rachel's hands 
suddenly froze, and then just as quickly she was 
slipping her fingers out of her cunt to fling both 
hands up in warding. "Hey, we agreed. The deal was you 
don't come any closer then ten feet." She told him.

"Yeah, and I watch you masturbate, and in exchange you 
get the negatives, I know." Jason said, not hesitating 
even for a second before reaching out to pull a small 
box out of his back pocket, tossing it onto her bed. 
"There you go, the negatives you wanted. But..." He 
said, the smile once more spreading over his face. 

"I guess I forgot to mention that I already scanned 
well... Almost all of the pictures onto my computer at 
home. So the negatives don't really help you that much. 
Sorry." He told her, offering a little shrug. "But, if 
you'd be willing to say, let me put something a lot 
larger and more personal into that pussy of yours then 
your fingers, well... I'd be willing to destroy every 
copy of the pictures that I possess, including the ones 
on my computer." He finished.

Rachel just stared at him, and Rick could see a mixture 
of both shock and rage on her face. "You want me to let 
you fuck me?" she finally demanded in a near hiss, her 
expression incredulous.

"Well, to put it simply... Yeah, that's pretty much 
it." Jason responded steadily.

"You lying cheating fucking prick. You can go fuck 
yourself. Get out of my room, and my house. There's no 
way I'm having sex with you." Rachel spat out.

"Lying? Cheating?" Jason asked, looking amused. "How? I 
said I'd give you the negatives, and I have. I never 
agreed to anything else. Perhaps my methods were just a 
bit dishonest in letting the implication stand, but 
all's fair in blackmail I'm afraid. Now, if you want me 
to get out, I will. But the first thing I'll be doing 
is going back to my house so I can distribute those 
pictures to as many people as I possibly can." Jason 
stated calmly.

"Fine, do what you want. But get the fuck out. Because 
the first thing I'm going to do is call the fucking 
cops. You think you can handle court? You're welcome to 
try." Rachel told him icily.

Jason just shrugged, beginning to walk very very slowly 
to the door, talking as he went. "Of course, as soon as 
I've got the pictures out on the internet, the first 
thing I'll be doing is printing out a few more copies 
and taking them over to Rick." He said, pausing a bit 
from the door and speaking over his shoulder. 

"I'm sure he'll be shocked, and he'll probably want to 
try to and kick my ass, but I'll just explain to him 
that I had nothing to do with their taking. That I 
simply found them on the internet, recognized you, and 
figured he had a right to know, being your boyfriend 
and all. Of course, you can try and explain your side 
of it to him. But there's no telling how much trust 
he'll have left in you by then. It'll probably wind up 
tearing your relationship apart, one way or another." 
He told her, before resuming his walk the last few 
steps for the door.

Rick had just about decided just to slug the 
sonofabitch as soon as he reached the threshold, but 
Rachel spoke before he got there. "Wait." she said 
softly. Jason paused, just a couple feet from getting 
knocked on his ass, and Rick could see the look of 
victory in his eyes. Jason had just won, and he knew 
he'd won.

Very slowly, Jason turned back to face Rachel. "Wait?" 
he repeated. "Wait what?"

"You'd really do it, wouldn't you?" she asked 
pitifully, though it didn't look like she needed an 
answer. "Hurt him.. Try and break us and up.. No matter 
how we might feel about each other... No matter how 
much I might care about him.. Just because you didn't 
get your way..." She said, bowing her head.

For his part, Jason didn't look moved in the slightest. 
"Yeah, I'd do it. Without thinking twice. Sorry, that's 
just the way I am." He responded, though he didn't seem 
very sorry.

"Why.... Why can't I just give you something else?" she 
finally questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. 
"Anything else. Anything I have, just name it... Why 
does it have to be this?"

"Because this is the only thing you have that I want." 
He stated.

"Look..." Rachel said softly, seemingly trying to keep 
her voice level though her body was trembling a bit. 
"I'm a virgin. Now I know that may not mean much to 
you, but it means a heck of a lot to me... So can't I 
just... Just... Take care of you with my mouth or hands 
or something? Whatever you want.." She said, defeat in 
her tone. "Just, not that. Please?"

"It's a tempting offer but... Nope, I'm afraid not." 
Jason told her, taking a few steps further back into 
the room, and Rick taking one step to the side to get a 
better view of the both of them. "I'll enjoy popping 
your cherry though, if that's any consolation to you." 
Jason continued, a smirk spreading over his face.

"I'm afraid you won't get the pleasure." Rachel said, 
her voice a mixture of so many emotions even Rick had 
trouble deciphering them all. "My hymen got broken by a 
riding accident when I was a kid."

Jason looked doubtful as he watched her. "If you say 
so. I don't really care enough about it to argue the 
point. Either way, I'm sure your pussy will be more 
then tight enough for my liking." He said, still 
smirking.

She just bowed her head, not moving for several long 
seconds before finally speaking. "Fuck you." She told 
Jason in a trembling voice. "Fine... But I'm going to 
hate you for the rest of my life."

"That's fine. I have absolutely no problem with that." 
Jason responded, just shrugging. "Hate me all you like. 
Now... Turn around and bed over the bed, if you would." 
He told her with a smirk. Slowly, defeatedly, she did 
as he requested, turning around and leaning forward 
over the bed. "And spread your legs a bit." Jason added 
almost as an afterthought. Reluctantly, Rachel spread 
her legs just enough for her red-haired pussy to become 
clearly exposed, the lips of her cunt still faintly 
gleaming from her earlier juices.

Still smirking, Jason reached down, quickly grasping 
his shirt and drawing it up over his head. Dropping it 
to the floor in front of him, his hands reached in to 
begin undoing his pants. In no time he had them 
unbuttoned and unzipped and was working them and his 
boxers down his legs, bringing his hard cock into view. 

Jason was one of only two guys Rick had ever seen in 
the locker room who was larger then him. He'd never 
seen the guy hard, but seeing it now he guessed Jason 
was probably about an inch longer then him and just a 
hair thicker. He felt a sudden icy feeling clench deep 
in his gut as Jason approached his girlfriend. And 
then, hatred.

Rick wasn't sure exactly who he hated. Jason for 
blackmailing his girlfriend into this. Rachel for 
letting him, and agreeing to his terms. Himself for not 
interfering. Perhaps all of the above and more. Perhaps 
he hated everyone and everything. He wasn't sure 
anymore. As Jason came up behind Rachel and reached 
down to guide his cock in, Rick shut his eyes. He 
didn't want to see this.

"Ow!" He heard Rachel suddenly say after a few seconds. 
"It fucking hurts! It's too big. Take it out."

"Stop complaining, I haven't even got half of it in you 
yet." Jason's voice responded. "Just give it a little 
time, you'll get used to it."

Rick just clenched his fists as he listened, not 
opening his eyes. He could hear Rachel grunting in 
pain, could hear the sound of skin hitting skin when 
Jason's hips and thighs began to rhythmically meet 
hers. It only took about a minute though until her 
noises took on a different tone altogether. By the time 
Rick opened his eyes again, Rachel was moaning. He 
didn't have a great view, but he could still faintly 
see Jason's thick cock as it vanished in and out of 
Rachel's cunt. Her hips were even moving to meet his 
with every stroke as he fucked her. And then Rachel let 
out a little whimper in between moans that struck 
something in Rick's memory.

It took him a second to figure it out, but then he 
recalled his phone call to her, back on the day before 
the cycle had started. He remembered hearing her 
whimper in exactly the same way, but saying she stubbed 
her toe. He could also remember her panting quite a bit 
while she talked... At least now he knew what she'd 
really been doing while she was on the phone with him.

As Rick watched Jason pound his large thick cock in and 
out of Rachel's pussy, an idea began to form in his 
head. His hands began to steadily release and clench 
again as he listened to Rachel moan like a fucking slut 
while Jason screwed her. It occurred to him how 
hypocritical was for him to be so angry now after all 
the sex he'd had with other people lately, yet his rage 
continued to mount. 

After all, this was different. She'd been fucking 
someone else during the real day. He'd just been doing 
it because he knew the days he did it in were 
meaningless. And the sight of the lips of his 
girlfriend's pussy wrapped around that asshole's dick 
was enough to make him want to put his fist through a 
wall. As the idea finally took shape and settled in his 
mind, it seemed right somehow.

Slowly, he turned away from the door to Rachel's room 
and began walking down the hall towards her parent's 
room. Staying as silent as he could he slowly pushed 
the door, which had already been open a crack, all the 
way in. Striding carefully into the room and over to 
the desk beside her parent's room, he reached down to 
slowly pull the top drawer open, revealing the pistol 
within. 

Rick just smiled. He'd known Rachel's father kept it 
there, and now he had a use for it. Reaching in, he 
lifted it out of the drawer and clicked the safety off, 
before turning to stride back out of the room and 
toward Rachel's.

As he stepped through the threshold of Rachel's room, 
bypassing the limits of the commands he himself had set 
them, they still didn't notice him. They weren't 
looking his way, and they were far too occupied in what 
they were doing to take notice. As Rick strode over and 
up alongside Jason, leveling the gun at the other boy's 
head, he could see Jason suddenly catch sight of him 
out of the corner of his eye. 

The boy's head quickly turned to face him, and he 
froze. He'd been on an outstroke, and only a little 
more then the head of his cock remained inside Rachel's 
pussy. Which, when he suddenly came to a halt, agitated 
Rachel, who suddenly looked back over her shoulder and 
then suddenly froze herself. Rachel just looked 
horrified, but Rick could clearly see the color drain 
from Jason's face as he stared down the barrel of the 
gun. Rick knew what had to be going through the guy's 
head.

Just as Jason opened his mouth to say something, Rick 
pulled the trigger. The sound was far louder then he'd 
expected, but it was satisfying for him somehow. As was 
the sight of part of Jason's brains splattering over 
the far wall along with a spray of blood. 

For a second Jason's body seemed to almost hover in 
place, and then it collapsed backwards and to the side, 
causing what portion of the dead guy's cock that had 
remained inside of Rachel to swiftly slide out. He 
heard Rachel scream, and that too somehow satisfied 
something twisted inside him.

With a weird smile on his face, he turned just enough 
to point the gun at his girlfriend, who had already 
hurriedly turned enough to put her back to the bed. She 
was staring at him with wide eyes. "Rick...." She 
whispered. "Rick.... I'm sorry.... It wasn't my fault.. 
I know how it looked.. But he made me.. I didn't have a 
choice.." She managed to get out in a choked voice, 
looking on the verge of crying. "Please... Please don't 
do this." She said as the first tear began to trickle 
down her cheek.

  He was actually surprised when something clenched 
deep inside him. A feeling of sadness.. Enough to cause 
the smile to disappear from his face. He didn't like 
seeing her like this, seeing her crying. Even now. He 
didn't want her to hurt. But it changed nothing. He 
couldn't and wouldn't let it. He had to do this. "I 
know exactly what happened, Rachel." He said softly. "I 
saw everything."

"You did?" she asked in a small voice, sounding 
shocked, the tears still flowing slowly from her eyes 
down over her cheeks... "But.. But why..." He didn't 
give her a chance to finish. He pulled the trigger. The 
sound of the gun firing shook something inside him, and 
as Rachel's lifeless body collapsed onto the bed, he 
just stared at her remains for a long moment, not 
moving.

"Goodbye, Rachel." He finally whispered softly, before 
turning to begin walking towards the front door of the 
house.

***

Rick stepped out of the house, gun in hand, feeling 
even more empty now then he had earlier in the day. He 
wasn't given much chance to ponder the situation, when 
he suddenly heard shouting from off to his right.

"FLUFFY! COME BACK HERE! FLUFFY! BAD BEAR!" the voice 
shouted. Rick started at the sound, but quickly lost 
interest as he heard the words.. That is, until the 
word 'bear' registered. Quickly spinning to look to the 
right, he could see a guy some distance off dressed in 
what looked like some kind of circus outfit. And not 
far from him, charging in Rick's direction, was a large 
brown furry animal. Rick paused for a split second and 
just stared, then idly he raised the gun and took aim 
right between the bear's eyes. He didn't expect to 
manage to hit it on the first shot, but he figured he'd 
have several tries before the bear reached him. Holding 
his hand steady, he pulled the trigger.

CLICK!

Rick froze, his eyes shifting to the gun, a slightly 
nervous feeling growing inside him. Giving the gun a 
quick shake, he once more aimed it right between the 
bear's eyes and again squeezed the trigger.

CLICK!

Annoyed now, Rick quickly aimed off to the side at the 
grass, all the while keeping an eye on the rather large 
bear, who was closing on him at a surprisingly fast 
pace. Once more Rick pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

The noise was deafening, but didn't give the bear any 
pause, if anything it seemed to egg the animal on. 
Swiftly switching his aim back to the bear, Rick gave 
pulling the trigger another try.

CLICK!

"Mother fucking piece of shit." He spat at the gun, 
before just tossing it to the side. Rising up to his 
full height, he stared the charging bear straight in 
the eye, raised his right hand, and flipped the animal 
the bird. "COME EAT THIS YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" he shouted 
at the bear. That seemed to be precisely what the bear 
had in mind, as the animal only seemed to move even 
faster towards him. Rick knew he only had a few seconds 
left before it reached him.

Taking up a fighting stance, Rick knew quite well he 
was going to die. Even if he ran, the bear was faster, 
he'd already seen that. So before he died, he was going 
to show the dumb fucking thing who was boss. Rick 
carefully timed his attack, waiting until the bear was 
closing the last couple yards before suddenly lashing 
out with his right fist, so that his hand and the bear 
practically rushed into each other, his clenched 
fingers slamming into the bear's nose. Having gotten in 
one good hit, Rick was satisfied, even as the bear 
suddenly reared up, letting out a roar full of more 
anger then pain. Then the bear fell on him, and that 
was that.

***

"Alright... Let me get this straight. He was mauled to 
death by a circus bear named Fluffy?" one of the voices 
was asking as Rick floated in the haze.

"Yeah, that's about it." The other voice confirmed.

There was a pause, and then a snicker. "Alright, I 
admit, that one was pretty good. But aren't circus 
bears supposed to be better trained then that?"

"Not ones named Fluffy, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Willing to concede defeat yet?"

"Not a chance in hell. But it might take me awhile to 
think of one to top that."

"I bet."

"Yeah yeah, get over yourself." The first voice mocked. 
The jerk couldn't come soon enough this time.

***

Rick was driving his car at high speed down some road 
through the country. He'd been on the highway awhile 
back, but he wasn't quite sure when he'd gotten off. It 
was night time, and he'd already passed through a few 
states. He'd been driving since morning. He didn't have 
any particular destination in mind, he just kept 
driving. His speed often changed, but his state of mind 
didn't. He was in turmoil. He wasn't sure what to 
think. He wasn't sure what to feel. Most of all, he 
wasn't sure what to do. It was just one big mess, all 
of it.

He hadn't seen a car for awhile, not that it mattered 
to him. He was surprised then when, a couple miles 
later, a car he hadn't even bothered noticing suddenly 
pulled onto the road behind him, lights flashing. It 
took another mile or so for them to catch up to him, 
but once they did they just tailed him, lights 
continuing to flash in warning. "Fucking cops." He 
muttered to himself. Who the fuck did they think they 
were, pulling him over? Couldn't they see he was trying 
to think? So what if he hadn't been having much success 
the entire day up to that point. He was still trying, 
and he didn't need them getting in his way.

As it became clear to him that he was going to have to 
slow, he could feel all his frustration beginning to 
build up inside him. All his pain, his anguish, and 
anger over the past few days, all steadily filtering 
back into his veins all at once. Putting one foot to 
the brake, he steadily slowed and pulled his car to the 
shoulder of the road, the police car behind him 
following suit. In his rearview mirror he could see a 
female cop get out of the driver's side door and begin 
to walk towards his car. He could also see a male cop 
remaining in the passenger side of the cop car.

He didn't want to deal with this right now. He didn't 
want to deal with anything. He'd already dealt with too 
fucking much in the past couple days. His nerves felt 
raw and rubbed 'till they chaffed. It's why he'd just 
gotten in his car and started driving to begin with. 
Because he felt ready to snap. And as the female cop 
approached the last few feet towards his car, he felt 
all the feelings that had been building up inside him 
suddenly explode.

Suddenly, he felt aware. More aware then he'd been in a 
long time. He didn't need to look behind him to 
pinpoint the male cop again, he felt him. And he 
slammed the 'Sleep' command into the guy's head as 
effortlessly as if it were a parlor trick. He didn't 
even need to verify that it had worked, he knew with 
absolute surety that the guy had slumped over in his 
seat the second the command had hit him.

The female cop didn't look behind her as she approached 
the rest of the way to his car. She wasn't aware she 
needed to. And as Rick rolled down his window, he 
prepared himself. Just as the female cop reached him 
and began to lean down to peer into the window, Rick 
opened his door hard. He could hear the thump when the 
metal slammed into her and sent her sprawling, and he 
even thought the upper edge of it might have caught her 
head, but just the same he was quickly moving out the 
door and standing.

The cop was on the ground reaching for her gun just as 
he laid eyes on her. "Don't touch that." He snarled out 
both in words and a command at the same time. 

He didn't need to repeat himself, didn't need to drill 
it in multiple times, and somehow he knew he wouldn't. 
In the state he was in at that second he felt like no 
one could deny him anything he wanted. But in his rage 
he didn't want to use the commands. He didn't want to 
make things easy on her, or anyone else. He didn't even 
want them easier for him. He wanted a fight. He just 
wanted it to be a fair one. 

"Take off the belt, and toss it to the side." He told 
her, once more in words and commands, the last one he 
planned on using. With shaking hands, as if she was 
trying to resist every step of the way, she lifted up 
just enough to undo the belt her holster was attached 
to and toss it off into the grass to one side.

"Now, I'm going to make this simple for you. I'm about 
to fucking rape you. If you like, you can try and stop 
me. In fact, I'd be quite happy to have you try, so I 
can make you suffer for it. But I'm going to rape you 
just the same. So do whatever you need to do." He told 
her with a twisted smile as he began to walk towards 
her. 

He could see her recoil slightly, and begin to inch 
back along the ground as he approached, but he could 
tell it was just an act. She was waiting for him to get 
close. He couldn't explain it, but he could sense it. 
Her eyes were fixed on him as he steadily closed on 
her, and just as he came within a couple feet of her, 
she suddenly lashed out with her right foot towards his 
left knee. 

If he hadn't known it was coming she probably would've 
connected, but as it was he was able to quickly lash 
out with his own foot, catching her's mid-attack and 
slamming it to the ground, pinning it there. His foot 
was resting over her leg just above the ankle, and he 
began to apply firm downward pressure with his weight.

She let out a yelp and swiftly raised up to strike with 
her right hand, this time aiming for his shin, her 
fingers extended to deal the blow with her palm rather 
then a closed fist. It was surprising how effortless it 
was for him to catch her wrist before she reached him, 
his foot applying a sharp increase in pressure down on 
her leg. 

With a shout of pain she quickly threw her upper body 
forward to try and get to the leg with her free arm, 
but he quickly released her wrist and stepped back, 
evading her, just smiling as he did. Scrambling back a 
couple steps herself, she swiftly climbed to her feet, 
her eyes on him the entire time she moved. 

Her eyes suddenly moved to the police car behind them 
as her mouth opened to shout, obviously surprised her 
partner hadn't come to her aid already when her eyes 
suddenly widened slightly. Rick guessed she'd just 
noticed the fact that the guy was unconscious. "MARK!" 
she suddenly shouted, her eyes darting quickly back and 
forth between him and the car. Then, even louder, 
"MARK!"

Rick just chuckled softly as he watched her, an amused 
expression on his face. "Having problems, are we?"

"Sir, you're assaulting a police officer." She said as 
her eyes finally focused entirely back on him, sounding 
surprisingly calm for her given situation, though he 
could tell from her wary stance that she was 
anticipating an attack at any second. "If you persist, 
I will arrest you, sir. There is a recorder in that car 
and this is on tape." She warned.

"Look, I already clearly admitted I was going to rape 
you. Do you really think I give a fuck about simple 
assault?" he asked, even more amused now, feinting 
forward and to the left. Quickly her body reacted, 
shifting to face the perceived attack. He just smiled 
as he pulled back ever so slightly, beginning to circle 
to the right, her body turning to follow him, her eyes 
never leaving his.

Then, suddenly, he struck. Whipping his right arm 
around towards her head, he wasn't surprised when her 
left arm moved in to block his as she struck towards 
his midsection with her own right. It was the reaction 
he expected, and he moved as quick as a snake. Shifting 
course from her head, his hand clamped down on her left 
wrist as it moved in range, and Rick smoothly jerked 
her forward while stepping to the side. 

He moved just in time, the jerk throwing her off 
balance and his own movement causing her attack to 
barely graze his side. Not giving her time to recover 
as she stumbled a couple steps forward, he quickly slid 
around behind her, jerking her arm behind her as he 
did, and swiftly locked it into a position so that he 
could cause a great deal of pain simply by applying the 
right kind of upward pressure. 

Without hesitation he quickly reached around with his 
left hand to get a firm grip on her throat, holding her 
steady but not applying much pressure. His hold on her 
throat was more to stop her from trying to turn enough 
to negate the hold he had on her arm then anything 
else, but he was ready to tighten his grip if he had 
to. She seemed smart enough to know the position she 
was in too, as she froze rather then struggling, which 
would've only served to hurt her anyways.

Smiling, he began to speak just loud enough for her to 
hear. "I dare you to fight me. I dare you. Even if you 
should somehow have a strong enough will to bear the 
pain I'll put on your arm until I'm forced to dislocate 
your shoulder, if worse comes to worse, I can always 
cut off your oxygen, and you're in no position to try 
and stop me. At this point, your only option is to 
cooperate. Now, I want you to reach down and undo your 
pants. Don't think about it. Don't try and speak. Just 
do it." He told her quietly.

Slowly she began to reach in towards her pants with her 
free right hand. He actually began to think she was 
going to obey him. At least, until her hand almost 
reached it, and that's when she attacked. He wasn't 
able to anticipate this one, maybe because he couldn't 
see her face. She suddenly stepped backward onto his 
right foot, hard. Then, before he could move, she 
slammed her head backwards. His hand on her throat had 
been ready to tighten if she tried to pull forward, but 
backward he hadn't been prepared for. 

He could feel pain explode in his lower jaw as her head 
impacted with it, could feel the sudden coppery taste 
of blood in his mouth. But his grip didn't waver, as 
she'd obviously hoped it would. So when she suddenly 
jerked her upper body jerked forward and started to 
twist to the side, his hand suddenly tightened around 
her throat and yanked her back up, his other hand 
pushing up on her arm very hard.

He could feel her throat working against his palm as he 
pressed her arm nearly to the limits, but she couldn't 
scream with him cutting off her air. Quickly Rick 
worked his own jaw around a bit through the lingering 
pain, running his tongue along it to make sure it 
hadn't been damaged. Satisfied that it was still wholly 
intact, he let off the pressure on her throat just to 
begin a cycle of letting off on the pressure on her arm 
only to suddenly jerk it upwards again after a few 
seconds, repeating this process several times and 
enjoying the sounds she made each time he did it.

Finally he brought the pressure back down to a minimum 
and held it there. "Now, you've had your fun. Try that 
again, and I won't just hurt you next time, I'll kill 
you. Understand?" He half-growled in her ear. Slowly, 
carefully, she nodded. "No, I want a clear 'yes sir'." 
He told her.

"Yes sir." She said softly, real fear in her voice now.

"Good. Now, I'm going to guide you, and we're going to 
start walking back and to the side. You're not going to 
resist, you're going to walk wherever the fuck I take 
you, you get me?" he queried.

"Yes sir." She said again, not hesitating. Slowly he 
began to draw her in the direction he wanted, and 
carefully she followed. It only took a few seconds for 
him to arrive at the spot he wanted, and as soon as he 
did he released her and quickly shoved her forward. As 
she stumbled forward he knelt, reaching down to grasp 
the belt which was right where she'd thrown it. Swiftly 
he undid the holster even as she began to turn, jerking 
the gun out and pointing it at her before she'd even 
moved a step back towards him. She froze when she saw 
it, anger, fear, and a bit of left over pain mixed in 
her expression.

He'd realized when she'd managed what attack she had 
that he wasn't going to be able to get her into a 
position to be fucked, and get himself undressed enough 
to fuck her and still be able to keep the hold on her 
he'd had all the while. This simply allowed him a 
little leeway. "I trust you'll believe me when I say 
I'd be more then happy to blow your head off at the 
first sign of disobedience." He told her, smiling as he 
rose back to his feet. "Now, I believe I told you to 
undo your pants. I suggest you do it."

For a couple seconds she paused, then she reached down 
to start carefully undoing her pants, her expression 
now purely one of anger. As soon as she'd undone the 
button and zipper though she stopped, just turning her 
eyes back to him. 

"Take it off." He commanded when she showed no signs of 
moving. She didn't reply, she just began to work the 
pants down over her hips and along her legs, kicking 
them off when they were near her feet, before standing 
back up. She was wearing simple white panties. "Those 
too." He said, gesturing to her panties with his free 
hand. 

This time she almost looked about to say something, but 
she thought better of it, tucking her thumbs under the 
waistband of her panties and beginning to work those 
down her hips as well.

As her pussy came into view, Rick finally took a few 
seconds to appreciate her looks. He hadn't really been 
paying much attention before. Oh, he'd noted that she 
was attractive, but he hadn't taken the time to study 
her. She had dark brown hair which fell about shoulder-
length. Though it was hard to tell for sure through the 
police outfit, he'd say her tits were probably a C cup. 
Pleasantly surprising was her pussy, which was 
completely shaved. "So how would you like it?" Rick 
finally asked her with a smile. "On your back? On your 
stomach? On your knees? Ask and you shall receive, 
slut." He taunted her.

She just glared at him. He could see her eyes shift 
back and forth between him and the gun a few times, but 
finally she seemed to gather enough guts to talk back. 
"Fuck you." She told him angrily.

"Fuck me?" he murmured, his smile widening. "Oh no, 
sweetie. As I'm about to demonstrate, you've got that 
the wrong way 'round. It's you who's going to be 
fucked." He paused for a second, considering, before 
finally continuing. "Now.. I think I'm gonna take you 
from behind, so I want you to get on your hand and 
knees, facing the car." He instructed her. She paused, 
but when she did he simply extended the arm holding the 
gun, centering his aim right at her forehead. That 
seemed to make up her mind for her, and she reluctantly 
turned and knelt, facing the car as he'd told her.

Idly he reached down with his free hands, beginning to 
undo his own pants as he moved in behind her, using his 
feet to slip his shoes off and kick them to the side. 
"Now, if you fight me again, even a little, I'm going 
to paint the road in your blood. Are we clear?" he 
demanded as he began to work his pants and boxers down.

"Yeah." She grumbled, her voice still filled with 
anger. Still, she didn't move even an inch, and Rick 
just smiled as he was finally able to kick his pants 
and boxers off to the side to join his shoes, just 
staring down at her naked and inviting ass. His cock 
hadn't been fully hard before, especially considering 
the blow he'd taken to the jaw, but it didn't take long 
of staring at her tight ass before he was at full mast.

Carefully he knelt down between her legs, making sure 
never to take the gun off her, just in case. Her pussy 
showed no signs of wetness, but he didn't really care. 
In fact, at the moment he thought it even better this 
way. He wanted it to hurt for her. Grasping his cock 
and carefully aiming it at her pussy, he carefully 
moved his hips in, until he finally felt the head of 
his cock brush against the lips of her cunt. 

Immediately at the first contact her body jerked 
forward a few inches, drawing a quick sharp "Be still!" 
out of him. When she showed no signs of further 
movement, he moved his hips back in the few inches that 
had been opened between them, until his hard dick once 
more brushed against her pussy. It didn't take much 
effort for him to maneuver it to her hole, the head of 
his cock spreading the lips of her pussy open and 
quickly winding up pressed against the entrance to her 
hot cunt.

It took a few seconds of forward pressure until he 
finally felt her hole stretch open enough for the head 
of his cock to slide into her. Almost immediately he 
slammed his hips forward, driving about three-quarters 
of his cock into her in one swift merciless stroke. 
Then he simply drew his hips back a couple inches and 
slammed them forward again, this time sinking his thick 
rod to the hilt inside her. 

He was surprised when she didn't let out any pained 
sounds. But from the stiffness of her body he guessed 
she might well be trying to hold them in, so as not to 
give him the pleasure. This of course only made him 
determined to draw them out of her.

Reaching in to grasp her waist with his free hand, he 
began to forcefully fuck her, driving his hips back and 
forth hard and fast. Not working into the speed, but 
just beginning to fuck the bitch as hard as he could. 
He felt a slight wetness around his cock, and surprised 
he glanced down. 

A smile returned to his face when, on one of his 
outstrokes, he could see a streak of her blood along 
his shaft. Re-doubling his efforts, he hammered his 
hard staff steadily in and out of her tight hole. It 
wasn't long until he began to hear quiet whimpers 
emitting from her throat. She seemed to be trying to 
bite back on them, but she couldn't cover them 
entirely.

He enjoyed the feel of his pelvis slamming against her 
bare ass every time he drove his thick cock deep inside 
her, enjoyed the sight of more of her blood coating his 
shaft as he drew it almost out of her, only to slam it 
back in. The slickness of her blood was actually making 
the going easier, causing her tight cunt to be at least 
a little slippery as he drove his stick back and forth 
inside her.

"Geez, you're a tight bitch." He taunted her as he 
sawed his cock in and out of her hot hole. "Don't you 
get around much? You'd think a slut like you wouldn't 
shave that pussy of yours unless you intended to use 
it. " He mocked with a grin, though he actually enjoyed 
the tightness of her tunnel around his cock, the lips 
of her pussy wrapped snuggly around his thick staff as 
he fucked her.

"FUCK YOU!" she half-shouted in anger and pain as he 
raped her. Releasing her waist, he delivered a quick 
firm slap to her ass, causing her body to jerk forward 
slightly again but he was ready for it this time and 
moved his body in time with hers, continuing to hammer 
his big dick back and forth within her tight unwilling 
pussy.

"You like that bitch?" he asked, delivering a few-ultra 
hard thrusts to her pained cunt, her hot tunnel 
stretched nicely around his big cock. He delivered 
another quick sharp slap to her ass, her head suddenly 
tilting forward as she bit back another pained noise. 
She didn't seem to be making as many noises when he 
didn't hit her, though. He guessed her pussy must 
finally be adjusting to his cock, even with the rough 
taking. 

That took some of the satisfaction in fucking her away 
from him somehow, but he supposed it had to happen 
eventually. It was alright though, with the warmth of 
her tight pussy around his hard stick, he didn't think 
he was going to last much longer anyways.

Having to bite back on a groan of his own, this one of 
pleasure, Rick just continued to steadily drill her 
tight twat. He once more fixed his eyes on the sight of 
his long thick shaft vanishing between the lips of her 
cunt and into her pussy, only to pull almost all the 
way back out and then vanish right back inside her. The 
image just enhanced the feel of her velvety tunnel 
around his dick. He could care less whether or not she 
wanted it, her pussy was incredible just the same. It 
almost rivaled his sister's.

"Do you want me to cum inside you, slut?" he taunted. 
"Do you want to feel it shooting into your pussy?" he 
asked with a grin as he pounded his cock back and forth 
inside her tight hole, his pleasure beginning to build 
more with every hammer-like stroke into her.

That seemed to grab her attention well enough. "NO!" 
she suddenly shouted, real fear in her voice. "Please.. 
I'm not on the pill. Please don't...." She said, 
suddenly seeming on the verge of tears, her worry 
apparent.

Rick just grinned as he screwed his hard cock as fast 
as he could back and forth inside her tight pussy, his 
pleasure continuing to build more and more, until his 
cock finally jerked inside her, rope after rope of his 
milky white cum beginning to shoot deep into her cunt. 

His strokes became slightly erratic, but all he could 
concentrate on was the feel of his cock pumping more 
cum into her. It wasn't just the pleasure, his 
satisfaction had returned the moment she'd shown fear. 
He wanted her to know she was full of his cum. As his 
cum finally slowed to a dribble inside her, he began to 
slowly draw his cock back out of her pussy, his grin 
bigger then ever. "Sorry about that." He murmured 
softly. 

Suddenly though he had a vague moment of deja vu. 
Something seemed very familiar, but he couldn't quite 
tell what it was. It didn't matter though. As the head 
of his cock slid out of her pussy, he could see the 
woman suddenly collapse forward, beginning to quietly 
shake. He couldn't clearly see her face, but he knew 
she was crying.

All of a sudden, he felt power. The power he'd felt 
multiple times before. The feeling of godliness. Only 
this time no feeling of filth accompanied it. It was 
pure somehow, and twisted beyond belief. In that moment 
he felt like the whole of the world was his to do with 
as he pleased. "What, sad that I gave your pussy 
something it might make use of?" He finally asked her 
with an amused expression, slowly striding around her 
side, careful to keep out of reach of her arms just in 
case, until he neared her head. 

"You know, if you're that afraid of getting pregnant... 
I could solve all of your problems for you right now." 
He murmured as he leveled the gun right at her head, 
his expression slowly twisting to match the dark 
twistedness he felt. "So you tell me. Do you want to 
live?"

He just watched her as her body continued to shake. But 
even from his new stance he still couldn't get that 
good of a look at her face. A long moment passed 
without so much as a word from her, and it began to 
annoy him. "C'mon. If you care about your life at all, 
you'd better speak up. If you don't, I'm going to 
assume you want to be shot, in which case I'll be more 
then happy to do you the favor." He informed her 
sadistically.

Finally, a few seconds later, she tilted her head back 
just enough to look at him, her cheeks streaked with 
tears. "What do you want, huh?" she asked in a choked 
voice. "To hear me beg? To hear me plead with you for 
my life, you fucking bastard? Well I won't. You know 
why? Because nothing I say is going to make a damn bit 
of difference. Either you're going to kill me, or 
you're not. 

"And if you are, nothing I say is gonna change your 
mind. So I'm not going to give you the pleasure of 
hearing me beg, you son of a bitch. You fucking rape 
me. You try to ruin my life. And then you want me to 
plead with you just for the chance to keep living? Well 
fuck you." She managed to get out. "Fuck you." She 
repeated, before dissolving into tears, her head 
tilting back down as she started to sob.

He wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but at some 
point while she was speaking her words struck something 
deep inside him. It was a feeling, and also a memory. 
It was what had seemed so familiar to him earlier, but 
he couldn't quite place. Watching Jason with Rachel the 
day before. Hearing Jason say he was sorry without 
meaning it. 

The tone of the guy's voice had been precisely the same 
as Rick's had been a moment before. Reeling backwards a 
couple steps, Rick could feel his awareness turning 
inward, and suddenly he saw himself. It was like 
looking into a mirror that laid him bare. He only 
caught a bare glimpse of the him that stared back at 
him, but what he saw terrified him, and it was enough 
to cause the feeling of power inside him to shatter. 
Just like that the heightened awareness was gone, the 
twistedness was gone.

"What am I becoming?" he whispered softly to himself, 
shaken to the core. But the answer seemed frighteningly 
clear to him at that moment... He was becoming some 
kind of a monster. He was already like Jason at the 
very least, far worse even when he thought about it. 
But he didn't want to be like that guy. The very idea 
repulsed him. He wasn't himself anymore. 

This couldn't be him. Before he'd been trapped in this 
day he never would have done anything like he'd just 
done. He never even would have considered it. In fact 
the very memory of what he'd done just a few moments 
ago seemed abhorrent to him now.

Slowly he stumbled away from the woman and the car, 
walking off into a small field of grass by the side of 
the road leading up to some trees. Glancing down at the 
gun he was still holding in one hand, he quickly heaved 
the thing off to the side as hard as he could. He 
didn't care where it landed. He didn't watch it to find 
out. He didn't care if the cop did either. If she saw 
it and decided to kill him for what he'd done, that was 
her right. It would be a better way to die then some of 
the demises he'd suffered through lately. But then, 
when he thought about it, she couldn't. His command for 
her not to touch the gun probably still held even now.

He needed to get out of this place. He had to. He 
couldn't stay here anymore. He felt like if he did, he 
was going to go insane. If he could just get back to 
the way things were before the day started to cycle, he 
was sure he could go back to being his old self, 
somehow. He could put all this behind him. Could escape 
the madness of everything he'd done the past few days.

At first he didn't even notice the approaching light. 
When he finally glanced up, though, he saw the oncoming 
car. It was the first one to come along since he and 
the cop car had parked. He was quick to notice though 
that the car was moving much faster then it should've 
been. In fact, it was approaching at a speed far faster 
even then he'd been driving earlier. His first thought 
was that he was going to get run over, but that didn't 
seem right somehow, since he'd already been hit by a 
car before.

Yet just the same, just as the car neared where his car 
was parked it swerved off the road in his direction. 
The odd thing was it was slightly off-course to hit 
him. It barreled past him, missing him by a few feet, 
seemingly heading straight for the trees. And then 
suddenly in a loud crash of splintering metal, it 
impacted with the nearest tree. A rather large one. For 
awhile all Rick could hear was the ringing in his ears 
left behind by the noise from the crash, but when his 
hearing finally began to clear he could hear the 
almost-cracking sound. It was growing swiftly louder, 
and by the time he realized what it was it was too 
late.

For a second it seemed like the tree was just starting 
to lean towards him. Then there was the loudest crack 
of all and it started to fall. Rick had just enough 
warning to take a couple quick steps and then dive to 
the side. If he'd had time to think about it, he 
probably would've let the thing hit him, but it was 
almost instinctual to try and avoid it. And he 
succeeded too, at least in so much as surviving went. 

Just the same, the side of the trunk came down right on 
his lower legs. He'd almost gotten used to large 
amounts of pain in his recent deaths, but he still had 
to bite back a scream as lava-like pain shot up his 
thighs. He tried to twist his upper body around enough 
to look upwards, but in all directions his vision was 
blocked by branches and leaves.

When the odd sort of chittering sound started, at first 
he wasn't sure what exactly he was hearing. Then the 
first chipmunk peered over the edge of one branch at 
him. For a second it just stared at him, before finally 
diving towards his face. Quickly ducking his head down 
towards the ground, he could feel little claws suddenly 
begin to rip at his scalp. And then a second set 
started on his side, and then a third on his back. Just 
then the chittering around him grew to a din, and the 
full force of the chipmunk swarm descended on him.

***

"He was so close. For a second there I almost thought 
he had it." One of the voices was saying as Rick once 
more found himself in the red haze.

"So close, and yet so far away." The other voice 
agreed. "Oh well, he still has time left. Perhaps he'll 
make good use of it."

"Perhaps." The first voice replied. "Somehow, I doubt 
it, though."

"Yeah, from what we've seen so far I guess his odds 
don't look too good."

"Anyways, I hope you're not expecting that having him 
get torn up by a bunch of newly-homeless pissed off 
chipmunks will beat the circus bear attack."

"Eh, nah. I told you, it won't be easy thinking up one 
to beat Fluffy, but you've got to admit the chipmunks 
weren't that bad."

"I suppose not. Thinking about it, though, you 
should've had them be rabid. Rabid chipmunks are 
somehow just more impressive then your run-of-the-mill 
variety."

"I should've thought of that one myself. Too late now, 
though."

"You'll get another chance. Of course, using a rabid 
anything then would be redundant so, you've got your 
work cut out for you."

"I'm up to the challenge. I mean, I hope you're not 
doubting me."
"Never."

"Good. Still, you're the one who's up next. So before I 
have to go again, let's see if you can top your own 
bear."

The jerk, when it came, seemed somehow stronger this 
time.

***

So ends Part 2. To be continued in Part 3, where Rick, 
desperate to escape from the cycle he's stuck in, will 
search for his route out at all costs. But is it that 
easy to find? And will he be able to prevent himself to 
falling back into his recent ways if he doesn't? All 
while suffering through stranger and stranger deaths. 
How strange, you might wonder? ..... Don't ask. And of 
course, you might wonder how many more interesting 
sexual situations can Rick get himself into? Now 
there's a question worth asking. Stay tuned to find 
out.

END

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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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