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Entering shadows (Mf, forced, anal)
By Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
For The Zilla Network
***
I was working late one Friday night when my boss told me
he had an emergency at home and had to leave. He asked me
if I could close the restaurant tonight. I was so excited.
He had never asked me to do this before. I liked my job a
lot. I was the assistant Manager and hostess of a small
Italian family restaurant chain. It wasn't like it was a
big company or anything like that. But the family owned
seven stores and they all did quite well. I was hoping
that one day I would get my chance to run one of the
restaurants myself.
"Sure.. I can close up tonight." I said eagerly.
I wanted to impress my boss cause he was really good
friends with the owner. I knew if I showed him that I
could manage the restaurant on my own he could help me
get my own store.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked.
"No problem, I can handle it," I replied.
Everything was going great that night. We where really
busy for a Tuesday night, which was rare. It felt so good
to be in complete control of the entire restaurant and
the staff. We had three waitresses, two waiters, and a
couple of Mexican bus boys. I knew the chef had a crush
on me; he was always flirting with me when no one was
around. He was really in a good mood when he found out
that Anthony had left for the evening.
"Hey Tracy. How does it feel to big boss?" He teased.
"It feels pretty good.. Even if it's only for one night."
Then I teased back, "Now lets stop bull-shitting, people
are waiting for there food."
Everyone in the kitchen started laughing, even the
Mexican bus boys where laughing, and they couldn't speak
a word of English.
Everything was going smooth. With Anthony gone there
seemed to be a lighter mood in the restaurant that night.
Everyone seemed to be just a little more relaxed and I
thought that was great. It was the environment I would
like to have in my own restaurant some day.
It was around 11:30 pm when the last table finished their
meal and left. The crew started working on there closing
responsibilities. Clean up went real quick as it usually
does, cause I know every one wants to get home.
Everything was done by midnight. Only the Chef and I were
left. I was doing the books and sorting out the cash
receipts when the Chef knocked on the door.
"Tracy, everything is locked up. Are you ready to go?"
"I have a few more things to finish up," I replied.
I still had to tally up the bar receipts and deposit the
cash in the safe. I wanted to make sure that everything
was perfect for Anthony in the morning.
"Well. I'll wait for you and walk you to your car. It's
pretty late, especially for a pretty blonde American girl
like you in the Bronx," He said flirtatiously.
I knew he was just teasing. Plus I knew that his wife
came back from Italy earlier tonight and he wanted to get
home to her. Even though he flirts with me a lot I know
for a fact how much he loves and adores his pretty young
Italian wife.
"I'll be just fine.. You get home to your wife.She's
probably got something sexy on waiting for you to get
home."
We both started laughing and carrying on. Giuseppe was a
tall dark and a very handsome Italian man. He was
probably 45 or so (about 20 years older then me). If he
wasn't a married man I think I might have given him a
shot. I always wondered if he put as much passion into
lovemaking like he did his food. He also had the sweetest
smile. And he was looking at me with those (I wanna fuck
you so bad eyes).
I was wearing a short black dress and I could feel his
eyes undressing me. It felt good and it reminded me how
long it's been since I've had a really good fuck. I broke
up with my last boyfriend about 2 months ago. He told me
he was tired of me working late evenings. He said he was
tired of waiting till after midnight 6 days a week to see
his woman. He had the nerve to tell me to quite my job
and find a day job. Well that was the night I told him to
fuck off. I haven't heard from him since.
Giuseppe had a very heavy Italian accent, even though
he's been in this country for over 25 years. They way he
was looking at me got me excited, and I could feel my
pussy starting to get moist.
Teasingly I said," You better go before you end up
cheating on your wife tonight."
"Yeah, you're right, you look so good in that black
dress. I better get the hell out of here.. Good Night
Boss Lady."
He then smiled, turned around and went out the back door.
As soon as he left I slipped my hand under my dress, to
find my pussy all juicy. I couldn't believe how hard up I
was. I sat back in my chair and kind of laughed at
myself. It was kind of funny how an old married man could
get my juices flowing just by talking to me and staring
at me.
It was getting late and I was tired. I finished up all
the receipts and all of my other paper work. I counted up
all the cash and deposited it in the safe. Then I came
out of the office. The restaurant was very dark. The neon
sign in the front window was the only light on. Then it
dawned on me that I was all alone. I had never been alone
in the restaurant before. I always leave before Anthony.
I walked up front and made sure the doors were locked.
I was feeling really good. My first night in charge went
perfect. On my way pass the bar I stopped. I thought I
would have myself a little nightcap. I went behind the
bar and made myself a stiff drink. As I sat there sipping
on my drink I started daydreaming that I was really the
boss. Then I started daydreaming about having my own
restaurant some day. It was so quiet sitting at the bar
all alone. I finished my drink and told myself that one
day I will be a boss, the boss of my own restaurant.
I grabbed my purse and my car keys and headed for the
back door. I made one more trip threw the kitchen to make
sure that all the gas was off, and to make sure all the
food and supplies were put away. Everything looked in
order so I went out the back, locked the door and headed
to my car, which was parked in the alley behind the
restaurant.
I never worried about walking to my car late at night,
although it was dark back there. There was some light
coming from the street. I had a white Honda and you could
see it clearly from the light. I actually couldn't wait
to get home. Giuseppe had really got me going. My pussy
was still moist just thinking about what he was probably
doing right now to his pretty young wife. Even walking to
my car I could feel my pussy lips tingling. I knew that
as soon as I got home I was going to jump in my bed,
spread my legs and play with my neglected pussy. I
haven't felt this sexy in a long time.
As I was approaching my car I just had this weird
feeling, like some one was following me. The light coming
from the street was behind me. The only thing I could see
in front of me was my shadow. I turned around quickly but
there was nothing behind me. I felt kind of stupid for a
second. Then I laughed it off and continued to my car,
which was only about ten feet away.
When I got closer to my car I stopped for a second and
looked in my purse to get my keys. Before I bent my head
down, there was one shadow on the hood of my white car.
When I lifted my head back up another shadow had entered.
The shadow was large. I was paralyzed, I couldn't move. I
was confused and I didn't know what to do. Then the
shadow moved and then I realized I was in trouble.
I turned around quickly. There was a short dirty looking
baldheaded white man standing in front of me. I was
terrified and I didn't know what to do. He just stared at
me. He looked very angry.
"Don't make a sound Bitch. Give me the money and I'll let
you go."
Then I heard a clicking sound, and he pulled out a small
knife and brought it up to my neck.
"Oh please don't hurt me, here take my purse."
"Shut the fuck up Bitch. Don't you make a fucking sound or
I'll cut your fucking throat." He growled.
He snatched my purse and flipped it up side down, dumping
all my stuff on the ground. Then he bent down without
removing the knife from my neck and picked up my wallet.
He opened my wallet and said, "This it.. This is all you
have? Five Dollars! What the fuck am I going to do with
that?"
I started shaking and trembling like crazy. I never
travel with much cash. I use my cards for everything. I
knew that five dollars was all the cash I had on me.
"Please mister, that's all I have. I don't have any
money," I begged.
"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up!"
Then he said, "I saw you come out the back of that
restaurant, the owner is always the last one to leave."
Then he pushed the cold steel blade a little firmer
against my throat. I thought he was going to kill me. I
couldn't believe what was happening to me. It almost
didn't seem real at first.
"I--I--just work there. My boss asked me to close for
him. I--I--swear." I tried to say as calmly as I could
with a knife pressed against my throat.
His piercing eyes grew wide. Then he stepped back. There
was a pause; he took a breath and then WHAMMM!!!!! All I
saw was a flash of light. He slapped me hard across my
face knocking me on my back on the hood of my car.
"You lying little cunt." he growled.
I was about to scream at this point. I thought it didn't
matter; he was going to hurt me anyway. But before I
could make a sound he covered my mouth with one hand and
brought the knife back up to my throat.
I was dizzy and my vision was still burred from the hard
slap to the face.
"Listen here bitch." He whispered into my ear.
"I didn't come out here for Five Fuck'in dollars."
I could feel his weight on me. For a small man he was
very strong. I could feel something hard pressing against
my inner thigh and I knew his cock was starting to grow.
Then he put one of his hands on the neckline of my dress
and yanked it down to my abdomen. Then he put his head
down and started sucking on my breast. He sucked one of
my tits real hard biting my nipples at the same time. I
started trying to get away. But all I was doing was
sliding back and forth and side to side across the hood
on my car. He suddenly stopped sucking my breast.
He smiled down at me. Then with his other hand he slapped
me hard across the face and quickly covered my mouth
again.
"This is your last warning.I'm not fucking around with
you bitch.either you cooperate right fucking now or I
swear.. this will be the last breath you take."
His words were chilling. They were cold like the knife
that was pressed against my throat.
"You got that bitch.Do you understand what I'm fucking
saying. Don't fucking say a word just nod your pretty
little head if you want to live to see tomorrow."
Through teary eyes and a covered mouth I nodded my head.
Then he said, "NOT ONE FUCKING SOUND. THE NEXT SOUND THAT
COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVERY
FUCKIN HEAR."
His breath was cold and smelled like a mixture of hard
liquor and marijuana. I immediately nodded my head, which
made him smile. Then he moved his hand away from my
mouth. I guess he wanted to see if I was going to scream.
I was too terrified to do any thing. I just prayed to God
that he wouldn't kill me.
He grabbed one of my breasts and started squeezing my
nipple. Then he brought his face close to mine, and
whispered softly into my ear, "What's your name bitch?"
I was too afraid to respond to him. He had said that if a
made a sound he would kill me.
"You may answer this question."
"Tracy. My name is Tracy." I whispered back.
Then he said, "Tracy, five dollars just isn't going to
cut it tonight. You're a fine looking woman.I don't
usually do this but, tonight I think your pussy will
cover the cost of you wasting my time."
His words were clear, he was going to rape me and there
was nothing I could do. My worst nightmare was coming
true. I was going to be raped.
"Look Tracy, I don't have all fucking night.do as I say
and don't make a sound...Ok. Just nod your head if you
understand me."
I quickly nodded my head as fast as I could. My whole
body was shaking with fear. I just wanted this nightmare
to be over. I was on my back staring into the bright
street light. I could barely see his face. All I saw were
moving shadows and flashes of light. Then I felt his
clammy hands moving all over my body. Then I felt his
hand working up my thighs heading toward my pussy.
"Spread your legs." he whispered.
And I quickly did what I was told. Then I felt his hand
palming my pussy through my silk panties. And then he
started laughing. I knew why he was laughing. My pussy
was still wet from fantasizing about the Chef.
"Damn, bitch. Your pussy is soaking wet, you must really
want to get fucked.this is going to fun," he giggled into
my ear.
I was so embarrassed and humiliated. It made me sick to
my stomach to think that my rapist thought I was hot for
him. Then he grabbed my panties and violently ripped them
from my body and threw them to the side. The stinging
sensation and the sound of the material being ripped from
my body only confirmed my fate.
Then I felt one if his fingers slide easily into my wet
pussy. He started fingering my cunt hard and fast. I felt
so violated. He just laughed while he fingered my cunt.
It was a sick evil laugh, it made me sick to my stomach
every time I heard it. My pussy didn't give a damn about
my fate. My cunt started twitching as he dug his fingers
in and out of my neglected pussy. Then he said,
"Damn.. your pussy is on fire.I wish I had more time to
play with yeah."
Then he jammed another finger, and then another one in my
cunt. My body had separated itself from my mind. My cunt
stretched to accommodate his fingers. He must have had at
least three fingers pumping in and out of my gooey cunt.
I was lost, and I couldn't believe how I was feeling.
One part of me wanted to grab the knife from his hand,
stab him and run away, and the other part of me wanted to
cum. His fingers felt so good in my cunt and I hated
myself for thinking that. I prayed that he would not
touch my clit. If he made me cum, it would truly be the
worst possible thing to ever happen to me in my life.
Just as I completed that thought he placed his thumb on
my clit and started rubbing it while he rammed his
fingers into my body. My body trembled, this time not
with fear. My body trembled as I stared having a powerful
orgasm. It was intense and scary. My pussy clamped down
on my rapist hands and my juices just flowed. I could
hear my pussy making noises from the extra fluid I had
just released from deep inside my body.
"You nasty little bitch.A cunt like you probably hasn't
been fucked in a while." He said while laughing softly
into my ear.
I hated that laugh and I hated the fucking bastard for
forcing me to cum. I was embarrassed, but what could I
do. Then he pulled his hand out of my shivering pussy and
smeared my pussy juices all over my face.
"Look at how wet you are, you want me to fuck you now
don't cha?"
He said this while he pried my lips open forcing me to
taste my own pussy juices. My face was covered with my
juices and the scent was incredible. I couldn't take it
anymore. I tried to be strong and not cry but the
humiliation was too much. Tears started rolling down my
face, tears of shame and embarrassment.
"Say it Tracy. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you want
me to fuck you."
I didn't know what to do I was crying and I was still
afraid. Then he pushed the knife up against my throat
again. Reminding me that he was the boss and that he was
in control of my destiny.
"Say it.God Damn It! Say it right fucking now, I told you
I don't have all fucking day."
"I...I...want you to fuck me," I said, while I sobbed
silently.
"That's not good enough, say it nicely. Say it like you
mean it bitch! I know you want me to fuck you. Look how
wet and nasty your cunt is. Repeat after me Tracy."
At that point I just wanted to die. I wanted him to get
it over with and stop torturing me, and then he said,
"Say.I'm a whore and I want you to fuck me."
I stopped crying and thought to myself, I'll do what he
wants so this nightmare could end. I then replied,
"I'm a whore and I want you to fuck me."
"Good.. Good.that's a good girl.. Now say, I'm a nasty
little bitch and I love being raped by strange men."
I then replied, "I'm a nasty little bitch and I love
being raped by strange men."
With every word that came out of my mouth I could feel
his cock growing and pressing firmer against my inner
thigh. He started dry humping really slowly. His cock
felt massive against my thigh. Then he said,
"Say, please mister fuck me.don't make me wait, fuck me
right now."
I did as I was told and said it word for word.
"That's a good girl.. Why I'd love to fuck you, you little
cunt. Turn around." He ordered. And like a helpless scared
child I turned around.
He put his hand in between my shoulder blades and pushed
me forward slamming my body on the hood of my car. There
was a loud THUD sound when I landed on the hood. Then he
grabbed my dress and threw it up my back exposing my bare
ass.
Then I heard his pants unzipping and I knew I was going
to get fucked. He wedged himself between my legs and
started spreading my ass. I could feel the heat from the
tip of his cock as it touched my slippery pussy lips.
"I'm gonna tear your sweet little pussy up."
From my position all I could see was his shadow moving on
the hood of my car. Then he brutally rammed his cock in
my cunt lifting my feet off the ground.
"Aggggghhhhhhh." He moaned as his balls slapped against
my clit sending a jolt through my body.
His cock felt like a hot steel pipe lodging in my cunt.
My pussy contracted around the invading organ. Then he
moaned,
"Oh Shit! Damn Tracy, You got a tight fucking pussy.lets
see if we can loosen it up a little."
He grabbed my hands and folded them behind my back. Then
he started fucking me. He didn't fuck me with any type of
rhythm at first. It was more like hard jabs into my cunt.
He would pull his cock out and hold it in the entrance of
my cunt. Then without warning he would slam his cock deep
into my cunt, only stopping his hard thrust when his
giant balls slapped against my throbbing clit.
I felt like a captured animal in his grip. I watched his
shadow move. That was the only way I could tell when he
was about to ram his cock in my cunt.
"Yeah bitch you like big cock in your cunt, don't cha?"
My pussy was soaking wet and I knew what was going to
happen. I didn't want him to know what was going on
inside of me. Just the thought of him knowing that my
body was receiving pleasure from his thick hard cock
disgusted me.
He soon found his rhythm and started fucking my cunt as
if he owned it. My cunt didn't have any loyalty left with
me. For the second time that night my cunt betrayed me.
My juice flowed while the strange man fucked me hard and
deep.
First came shame, then came embarrassment, then finally a
wave of absolute pure pleasure as I was hit with another
mind altering, crushing orgasm. There was a battle going
on inside my body and my mind. A mutiny had occurred
between my legs. I was no longer in control of any of my
bodily functions. The shadow had taken over completely.
He used his cock on my cunt like a slave master would use
a whip on one of his slaves. He was pounding my cunt with
his thick cock, taking away any dignity I had left. Each
time he slammed his cock into my body I could feel him
chipping away at my soul.
How could I receive pleasure from being raped by the
shadow of a man? An evil man was making me cum like I had
never felt before. I hated him for what he was doing to
me. But my cunt just hungered for more.
My rapist, my wicked little baldheaded Shadow man showed
my cunt no mercy. All he did was laugh at me as he
continued his assault on my quivering cunt. Then he
grabbed a clump of my hair and yanked my head on the roof
of the car.
"You are such a fucking whore. look at yourself.your
cunts all loose and nasty and I haven't even cum yet"
Then he said, "Your pussy ain't worth a damn.. Bitch..
Hey I think a little whore like yourself would enjoy a
good ass fucking."
His words, "ASS-FUCKING" came in loud and clear and awoke
me out of my haze. He pulled his cock out of my sloppy
cunt.
"Please mister, I'll do anything you want.please.I'm
begging you, please don't fuck my ass. I.I.. I'll suck
your cock.I swear I'll suck it and make you cum. Please
don't fuck my ass." I begged and pleaded
I wished he could see my face. I wish he could see my
desperate plea. He stopped for a second; I don't know why
I even thought for that moment he was going to accept my
proposition. The waves of pleasure were gone. Fear had
come back with a vengeance as the thought of him raping
my ass swept through my body. He didn't say anything or
move for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. I
had tried to have anal sex once with my last boyfriend
but the pain was too intense. When he tried to push it
pass the rim of my ass hole I stopped him immediately.
The shadow mans cock felt at least twice as thick as my
ex boyfriend's cock did when it was in my cunt.
He then grabbed me by the back of my head and slammed my
head on the hood of my car.
"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up. I'm going to
fuck you in the ass and I better not hear one fucking
sound. You're gonna take it in the ass or your gonna take
your last breath and then I'll take your ass, dead or
alive I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, it don't fucking
matter to me. Now shut the fuck up!"
At that point I knew I had no other choice. Take it in
the ass or take my last breath. I braced myself the best
I could. I could feel his rock hard cock pushing against
the rim of my ass. He was pushing and pushing but it
would not go in.
"Damn you got a tight fucking ass.. This going to be
good." He moaned.
Then I heard him snort and gather some phlegm. Then I
heard him spit and I could feel his nasty spit on my ass
hole. It sounded so disgusting. He places his cock at the
entrance of my cock and started pushing again.
I tried to fight off his cock but he was too powerful. He
grunted and with one violent thrust rammed his cock deep
into my asshole. The pain was incredible. My ass was on
fire.
"Yeah.. Fuck yeah." he grunted.
Then he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. He laughed,
and then he rammed it in again. I cried, but I shed no
tears. I cried in silence while he fucked my ass. He
pounded my asshole with no mercy, laughing and giggling
while her tore my ass to shreds. I wanted him to cum so
bad so this nightmare could come to an end.
The bastard hard the nerve to finger my clit while he
reamed out my asshole. And my clit just responded to his
touch. The pain in my ass was intense but my cunt didn't
give a fuck about the rest of my body. He was fingering
my clit and ramming his cock deep into my asshole. I
thought I was going to pass out. I was about to cum then
he said,
"Ready to drink some cum bitch."
Then he pulled his cock out of my ass, grabbed me by my
hair, spun me around and forced me to my knees. Then his
cock exploded.
"Agggghhh. Aggh, yeah. Open your mouth cunt." He grunted
while he sprayed my face with a thick hot blast of cum.
"Open your fucking mouth!" he commanded.
I opened my mouth for my rapist whose cock just came out
of my asshole. As soon as I opened my mouth, he rammed
his cock to the back of my throat. I could feel his cock
pulsing as he shot load after load of hot cum right down
my throat.
"Yeah, yeah.. Mmmmmmm. That was good Tracy. Not bad at
All." He moaned with his cock still twitching. He moaned
and growled like an animal while he emptied his balls in
my throat.
He pulled his slimy cum coated cock out of my mouth and
started laughing. I just collapsed on the ground and
started crying.
"Not bad Tracy.Not bad at all."
Then he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the
five-dollar bill that he had taken from me earlier and
threw it next to my face. He then said,
"Here cunt.. you keep this bullshit.your pussy and your
ass ain't even worth five fucking dollars now."
He then pulled up his pants turned around and started
walking away. The last thing I saw was his shadow as he
disappeared into the night.
Lying there on the cold hard concrete helped me stay
conscious. My asshole was still burning from my brutal
ass fucking I had just endured.
"How could this have happened to me?"
A few hours ago I was on top of the world. Feeling good
and in total control. Now I was lying on the ground raped
and defeated. I was forced to cum while I was raped, I
was forced to take a cock in my ass, and I was forced to
drink my rapist sperm. I felt like street whore. Within
the span of a few hours I went from being the boss lady
to becoming a small baldheaded man's fuck toy.
After I got myself together I gathered my things. I found
my car keys and I went home. The first thing I did when I
got home was brush my teeth to get the taste of my rapist
cum out of my mouth. Then I took a long hot bath to sooth
my aching asshole. I thought about calling the police but
I didn't. I was afraid and too embarrassed.
*
Then next day I went to work and acted as if nothing
happened. Anthony thanked me for covering for him. He
told me what a wonderful job I did. He asked me if there
where any problems last night. With a straight face and
my asshole still burning I said, "Nope, everything went
fine."
Two years later I was given a shot to manage one of the
smaller restaurants. I did really well but I made sure I
was never the last one to leave at night. A year later I
had heard that Guiseppe had been arrested. When I asked
around, nobody knew why. They said he was wanted in Italy
for some crime. I started thinking that it was Mafia
related or something like that.
A year later I took a trip overseas to Europe to take a
nice long break. I was in a video store looking around
with my girlfriend. We were cruising the porno section,
which was huge. They had all kinds of videos of all kinds
of wild and crazy things. Then all of sudden my
girlfriend Scream and said,
"Oh my GOD."
I thought she had just scene some thing weird because she
had a Videotape box in her hand. When I walked up to her
she had a strange and frightening look on her face and
was clutching the box close to her chest.
"Let me see that," I said jokingly.
When she wouldn't give me the box I got real curious, and
playfully snatched it out of her hands. What I saw on the
box rocked my world. It was a picture of me. My rape was
video taped. On the front cover of the box there where
video snap shots of me being raped by the little bald
man. The title read, "Entering Shadows" and underneath
that it said, "Tracy Gets It. In The Ass."
I had tried my best to forget about that night and keep
it a secret. But my secret was on videotape for the whole
entire world to see. And just when I thought I couldn't
be anymore humiliated. I turned the box over and at the
bottom of the box it read, "Brought to you by Guiseppe
Productions."
The man who I thought was my friend, planned and had me
raped. It was then that it all made sense. Guiseppe was
always fooling around with a video camera. I brought the
videotape. The man at the register looked at me and
smiled as he rang me up. I wasn't sure if her recognized
me from the box cover or not. Then he said,
"You picked a good one lady.that's one of our most
popular selling tapes."
My trip was ruined, I flew back home immediately. I went
straight to the restaurant and walked into Anthony's
office and demanded him to tell me what happened to
Guiseppe. He told me that Guiseppe was extradited back to
Italy to face charges for making rape Video's. He told me
he was tried and got 25 years for his crimes. I asked him
if he knew anything about it. And he told me No. I
stormed out of his office and went home.
My life is all fucked up now, when I walk down the street
and men stare at me. I think they are staring cause they
saw my tape. I still have the tape although I haven't
watched it. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid to see the look on
my face while I'm being raped. I'm afraid to watch myself
cum. Videotapes tell no lies. I sit hear now staring at
the box cover. Its scares me to think about all the men
that have sat back and masturbated while watching me get
raped. Maybe one day I'll be able to close this chapter
in my life. But today is not the day.
The End
"HELP ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED, HELP ME FATHER FOR I
HAVE WRITTEN ANOTHER RAPE STORY."
The Zilla Network does not promote raping women. This is
just a story and nothing else. If you can't separate real
life and fantasy, do me a favor leave my website AND NEVER
COME BACK!
Like always I will respond to all E-mails. Please send
your thoughts and comments to: Blackzilla99@hotmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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