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Sex Talk / Re: Who would you ravage if there were no consequences?
« Last post by vile8r on Today at 01:05:31 AM »
There are a couple girls from work I'd love to fuck seven ways to Sunday!  ;D
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Good Girls Go To Heaven ( Bad Girls Go Anywhere )
« Last post by vile8r on May 23, 2017, 10:23:35 AM »
Trisha rolled onto her side as the boys let go of her legs. She pressed her face against the bed as she sobbed.

“Wh-why…..did you guys d-do that? You h-hurt me!”

“Oh please!” Reid scoffed. “You were wanting it!”

“No! I wasn’t!” Trisha argued. “Now let me go. Take me to Kari.”

“I don’t think so,” Josh chuckled. “I think Kari’s pretty busy right now, herself!”

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Upstairs, Kari’s situation was going from bad to worse.
After a little rest, Wyatt, Parker, and the other boys were getting hard again.

“I wanna fuck her again,” Trent said, looking at Kari’s naked body curled up on the bed. “Damn, she was fun.”

“Oh I wanna do her again too,” Wyatt said. “But we’ve done two of her holes, I think we should break in the third one?”

“What? You wanna bang her in the ass?” Marty asked.

“Yeah!” Wyatt nodded. “I’ve never done it before, but I hear it feels awesome. Way tighter than a pussy!”

“I don’t know,” Marty shrugged. “Seems kinda perverted to me.”

“Oh, so fucking a 13 year-old isn’t  perverted?” Wyatt scoffed. “Believe me, buddy. You’re already down that road, no using turning back now.”

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” Trent said. “Sounds kinda fun.”

“Okay, well, I’ll need a bit of lube,” Wyatt said. He grabbed a bottle of skin lotion off his dresser. “This should work.”

“Get Kari on her stomach!”

“What? What’s going on?” Kari asked, bewildered as Trent and Marty began flipping her face-down on the bed. They pushed a pillow under her hips to lift her ass up.

“NOOOOOOO! STOP! I don’t want to do that!” Kari loudly protested.

“It’ll be fun,” Wyatt laughed. “I’ll bet you anything, you’ll like it.”

As she was held down on the bed, Wyatt smeared a big gob of lotion on the tiny rosebud opening of her butt.. He smeared more on the shaft of his erect dick.
“Here goes, sweetie,” he said.

Kari wailed as the head of his cock popped through her muscle ring. She yelped even louder as he eased his dick in and out of her tight ass slowly. Wyatt loved the feel of her anal muscles holding him tight.

She turned her head to the side as he lowered himself onto her. Wyatt gyrated his hips, helping to ease the head of his cock deeper in her ass.

“OOOHHHHOOOWWWW……OWWWWW! STOPPPP! IT REALLY HURTS!” Kari cried.

“It’ll be okay after a while,” Wyatt said, uncaring.
Looking around, he saw a sock lying on the floor. “Parker, give me that sock!”

As Parker handed it to him, Wyatt reached down, wadded it into a ball and jammed it in the young girl’s mouth.
“That’ll help keep her quiet,” he laughed.

Muffled screams continued to be heard as Wyatt began pumping harder into her sweet little teenage ass. He could feel the walls of her pooper close on his cock, squeezing him hard, as he kept pushing deeper.

"You're so tight, aren't you slut?" Wyatt said, as he gripped her tightly by the hips.

Kari could feel him right up in her stomach, her whole body convulsing in pain. It felt like her body would split in half. As Trent and Marty held her legs, she pressed her face down into the mattress of the bed.
Wyatt was all the way inside the bawling girl now, pumping and stroking. This was way tighter than any pussy he’d ever fucked. He wanted it to last but the tightness was too much.

"I'm going to blow!" he yelled out.

Wyatt could feel his prick start to spurt, and he rammed his hips forward, making Kari cry out with the violence of the thrust, as his cock jerked and shot sperm in her guts.

He slowly pulled out of her, his cock streaked with her blood. "I popped your ass cherry, now you're a real whore," he sneered.

Trent was preparing to be the next one to mount the blonde cutie.
“I’ve never done this before,” he said.

“Oh, you’ll love it,” Wyatt grinned. “Tight, like you’ve never seen!”

Trent grunted from the effort of pushing his cock into Kari’s poop-chute. He had to work it back and forth several times, but eventually had himself all the way inside her.

“Oh my God, Wyatt! You’re fucking right! This is heaven!” he whooped.

He began to slowly stroke in and out of Kari, ignoring her muffled shrieks as another cock ripped away inside her ass. Trent grabbed her hair, as he pumped harder. 

Kari’s warm, tight ass wrapped around his shaft. The friction was intense, but felt so wonderful. He could hear her painful grunts as he drove his dick deep. She kept her face buried in the blankets. Trent came in her hard, his mouth hanging open and his eyes tightly closed. It was exquisite, the way her ass squeezed and milked him.

He pulled out with a satisfied smile. “Yeahhhh, that is the way to go!” he said.

“Get out of the way then,” Marty said. “I want to give this a go.”


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“You’re almost late,” I said, flatly, as Em entered the office in a flurry. “I expect you to please arrive at least five minutes early.”

“I-I’m sorry, Dr. Van Doran. I’ll be earlier next time,” she replied, looking a little flustered.

I watched her make her way across the office to the leather couch. The wrap-around dress she was wearing had immediately caught my attention. It was a bit on the long side, and I, at first, looked at it as being rather conservative.

But upon further observation, I realized how it accentuated the curves of her young developing body. The “V” exposing her chest was very alluring. It showed off just the right amount of cleavage. As she sat down, the dress rode up a bit and I saw as she crossed her legs, how the material parted to make a slit, showing off quite a bit of her right thigh.

Emily had gorgeous legs.

I sat down in my chair, preparing my notebook and I hit the buttons on the remote, locking the door and activating the audio and video recorders in the room.

“How has your week been, Em?” I asked.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s been okay.”

“Anything happen at school that you need to tell me? Did you have any interactions with any boys?”

“No,” she answered.

“How is your mom?”

“Good.”

“I like the dress. A nice choice of clothing. Do you realize it makes you look much older?”

Em shrugged again. “I guess it does, maybe.”

“Do you like looking older? Do you want older boys…..older men…..to look at you?”

“Maybe……” she muttered. She was blushing I could see.

Emily began fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing her legs, tugging at the hem of the dress at times, as though she felt it was rising too high on her legs.

“You’ll be happy to now, Em, I’ve arranged some community service for you.”

“Community service?” she queried.

“Yes, remember it’s a condition of your probation. I have a friend who works at a homeless shelter a few blocks from here. She said you can come there and work in the kitchen and do some janitorial work for them.”

“A shelter? Where there’s like bums and old homeless guys and bag ladies? Uh, uh, I’m not going there!” she said, defiantly.

“You will go there, Em,” I said sternly. “Or I’ll tell your PO and you’ll be joining your friend in juvey. Do you want that?”

“No…..I guess not.”

“Good, you will be supervised. They won’t be making you do anything or go anywhere that will put you in danger. I will accompany you the first couple times, all right?”

That seemed to brighten her up a bit, but I could see in her eyes, she was still in a pout. Speaking of her eyes, Emily had her hair in a high ponytail, with her blonde hair pulled away from her face.

I was able to really focus on the beautiful round curves of her face. Soft ivory skin, high cheek bones, and full lips. Her eyes were a very vibrant blue. Her whole face exuded an aura of innocent teenage sensuality.

“Your first community service will be Monday. Meet me here at 4 pm after school. You will do two hours a day, from 4pm to 6pm, Monday to Wednesday, and another two hours Saturday morning from 10 am until noon.“

“Okay,” Emily said softly, her eyes cast towards the floor.

I reached over and put a finger under her chin, raising her face to look at me.
“Are you all right?”

She nodded.

I began our session. I went through a few things again about her school.  What subjects she liked the best, and why. What teachers she liked the most, and why. I noted in my book that all of her favorite teachers were male. I was going to ask her about that again later.

“Your mother tells me, she suspects you’ve been shoplifting. Any truth to that?”

Em went silent, she didn’t reply right away. “I told her where I got the clothes from. My friend Carmen gave them to me. She didn’t want them.”

“Speaking of Carmen, do you think a lot about the night you were arrested? What made you get in that car, knowing it was probably stolen?”

“I never knew it was stolen,” Emily stated.

“Did you do it to make Carmen think you were cool?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“So you really like my dress?”

I was startled, as Emily changed the subject. It was the first time she’d ever done that. It signalled to me that she didn’t want to talk about her arrest. At least not at this moment.

I leaned back, my eyes scanning across her. “I do, Em, I like it a lot.”

I had noticed,  she was still crossing and uncrossing her legs quite a bit. It almost seemed to me like she wanted me to see her exposed thigh.

Emily had dropped her right arm down by her side. She was wearing a little silver bracelet on her wrist and she brought her arm back up. The bracelet snagged on the fabric of the dress and pulled the slit along her right thigh even wider. I was suddenly given a view of almost her entire leg from the knee right up to the crotch, even catching a quick glimpse of white panties.

Aghast, Emily quickly yanked the bracelet free and straightened out her dress.

“I’m so…..s-sorry for th-that!” she stammered, her face turning a deep red.

“It’s okay, Em. No need to get so flustered. Why are you so embarrassed?”

“I didn’t….mean for you to see…..my whole leg like that,” she apologized.

“I’ve seen a girl’s leg before,” I chuckled. “It was no big deal.”

“I just…..I just….I mean……he used to ask me to show……” her voice trailed off.

“What?” I asked. “Who? Who would ask you? What did they ask you…..and what did they want you to show?”

Emily’s whole body suddenly went rigid. She buried her face in her hands and I could her sobbing.

It was happening again. In her mind…..the memories.  She was sitting on the edge of her bed…..it was dark…..no…..the light was on…..but in front of her was a dark shape. She couldn’t tell what it was…..there was no identifying features…..it was so dark. But it…..he…..was speaking to her…….she could smell him as he spoke.

Beer……and cigarettes……that’s what she smelled.

Something touched her on the thigh…..a hand…..or was it? It seemed like a hand……fleshy and warm……

“Em?”

“It’s okay, mom…..I’m okay….” She blurted out.

“Em!” I barked.

She pulled her hands away from her face and her eyes were wide open. She looked at me, wiping tears from her cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

She took a deep breath and I handed her some Kleenex. She daubed at her eyes.

“You had a flashback, didn’t you? Want to tell me about it?”

Em didn’t answer, just shook her head. I decided to let it slide for a little longer. But I knew I was going to have to start delving deeper into the mind of this girl. The wardrobe malfunction had triggered something. I wanted to find out what that was.
I moved along the questioning, this time getting into some stuff about her relationship with her mother. Em slowly began opening up again, almost ranting to me about how her mother didn’t understand her, didn’t seem to care about Emily, just herself.

“Did your mother like this dress, Em?”

“Yes, she did, but I didn’t wear it to piss her off.”

“Oh?”

“If I had wanted to piss her off, I would have worn something much shorter.”

“Would doing something like that make you feel sexier? Do you try to look sexy to spite your mother?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“Would you date a boy that you knew your mother hated?”

“Yeah. If it pissed her off, for sure. I like it when I piss her off.”

“Do you think it pissed her off when you got arrested?”

“It probably did, but I didn’t intend for that to happen,” she explained.
“Do you think your mom is sexy?”

“My mom? Are you kidding? She’s a skank!”

“Remember last week when I told you, it was okay to touch yourself, to pleasure yourself? That it was perfectly okay for a young girl to do that?”

“Yeah, I…..remember,” she replied, looking away.

“During the past week…..did you ever do that?” I asked.

There was an awkward silence, and I was feeling that she might try to change the subject again. Then she spoke.

“I, um, yeah, I did.”

“Good, that’s good,” I nodded. “It’s important that you not be ashamed of your body.”

The session went on for a while, with me asking basically  some very mundane questions, mostly about her friends. But again, Emily answered them all and seemed genuinely pleased that I was paying attention to all she said.
My intercom beeped. I had told my receptionist earlier that I was not to be disturbed.

I pressed the button on the speaker.

“Miss Moresby, you know I don’t want to be disturbed. What is it?”

“I apologize, Dr. Van Doren, but it’s your client, Mr. Forster. He’s called here now five times in the last ten minutes and he seems very agitated. He insists he talk to you. He’s on the line right now.”

I gave a deep sigh. “Oh all right. I’ll talk to him. Put him through.”

I looked over at Emily. “I’m terribly sorry, Em, but this is a call I really, really have to take. Please excuse me for a few minutes. There’s some books and magazines over on the far wall, if you want to occupy yourself while I’m busy.”

I walked over to my desk and took the call. Mr. Forster was a 22 year-old whom I had recently diagnosed with schizophrenia. He was on meds, but he had his bad days.

I sat down, and began speaking with him. Emily got up and walked around the office as she waited for me to finish. I patiently listened to Mr. Forster and the details of his latest crisis. It didn’t take too long and I was able to calm him down.
I ended the call and looked over to where Emily was. She was in front of the mirror, apparently admiring herself in her dress. I walked up behind her.

She suddenly looked up, a little startled at first, but then she relaxed. I placed my hands on her shoulders and she tensed up a bit.
“You think you look sexy in this dress, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” she replied.

“No, you look very sexy,” I added. “No guessing about it.”

My hands moved down her shoulders, and I grasped the sides of the ‘V’ in the front of the dress, tugging on them a bit to open up her chest even a little more.

“There……that looks even better, Em.”

“I don’t think…….I mean…..I don’t know……”

Emily spun away and tried to go around me, but I was blocking her way back to the couch. She took a few steps back, finding herself in a corner by my bookshelf. I stepped towards her, my hand going around the back of her neck and pulling her towards me.

I don’t know what made me do it, but suddenly it seemed to be the natural thing to do.
“It’s all right, Em, believe me, it’s all right.”

My head dipped down and my lips pressed against hers. I felt the soft, moist skin of her lips against mine. Her mouth opened slightly and her breath sharply exhaled, blowing against my face.

As I pulled her closer, the firmness of her upper body pressing against my chest caused my cock to jump in my pants. I’m sure she noticed.
As quickly as I had started it, I stopped, releasing her and stepping back.

“I am sorry, Em. That ……was not right. But you just look so…..pretty…..so sexy.”

“It’s okay, Dr. Van Doran,” she smiled at me.

My alarm went off…..the session was over.

“Remember now, Emily……..no discussion of what goes on in our sessions. And I will see you on Monday.”

At our last session, after I had explained to her the importance of maintaining therapist/patient confidentiality, she had asked me if it applied to the things she told me. Did I also have to follow the same protocol?

“I will tell your mother only what she needs to know,” I had replied. “I will give your PO weekly progress reports, but yes, I will also keep everything confidential. I wouldn’t be a very good therapist if I didn’t.”

At the time, she didn’t quite catch all my reply and she asked me to repeat myself.
This time she asked me the same thing again.

“Emily……like I said……I have to keep my discussions just as confidential as you do.”

“All right, “she said, sounding satisfied. And she left the office.


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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Good Girls Go To Heaven ( Bad Girls Go Anywhere )
« Last post by gscmar64 on May 22, 2017, 03:01:54 PM »
Very few writers can make the reader wish they were there  with your guys like you do vile8r!
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Dog Show
« Last post by nipponteen on May 22, 2017, 02:16:47 PM »
I dislike dogs ( be afraid of),  but this story i like ;)
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Good Girls Go To Heaven ( Bad Girls Go Anywhere )
« Last post by vile8r on May 22, 2017, 08:54:41 AM »
“I'm letting Kent have the next turn,” Reid said. “This little slut’s been cock-teasing him for a long time. He’s earned it!”

Kent was busily pulling down his pants. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get to finally fuck a girl. And Trisha too, whom he’d wanted for a long time.
“Please Kent……don’t do this……pl-please…..” Trisha begged him.

“I want you Trisha, I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Kent told her, as he climbed between her legs.

He fumbled around a bit, getting his hard dick lined up with her pussy. He smiled as he sunk himself inside her. God, it felt so good!
So warm……so tight!

Reid grabbed for Trisha’s wrists, and held them over her head as Kent began driving his prick home in Trisha’s pussy. He loved the feel of her hard nipples against his chest as he slow fucked her. The other boys could hear her grunt every time he buried his dick in her.

Kent wasn’t all that graceful, bouncing and pumping away on top of the young teen. Every third or fourth stroke, he’d slip out of her and have to feed his cock back in. But after a little while, he did finally establish a crude rhythm.

"That's awesome, babe, such a tight little pussy,” Reid said. “I wanna see you wrap those legs around Kent."

Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. She whimpered, but lifted her legs over his back.

"Good girl." he clamped his mouth down on hers, letting his tongue explore.

Kent’s hands were clamped on her breasts, and with her legs around him, he really got into the experience of fucking a cute girl.
He knew he wasn’t going to last very long. With her tight cunt wrapped around him, it didn’t take long to bring the young boy to the edge.
 
"I-I'm cumming," Kent stammered as he quickened his pace. He could feel his balls slamming against her ass.

“Not in me, Kent……please…..not in me!” Trisha sobbed.

He wasn’t going to care at first, then had a change of heart and began to pull back out. But it was too late. His dick gave a quick involuntary spasm and Kent let out a sharp gasp as he shot a load of semen into Trisha!

He laid on top of her for a minute or so, just relishing having his cock inside a girl. Then he felt himself begin to soften, and he reluctantly rolled off her.
"Pretty fun, huh?” Reid asked his brother.

“It was the best!” Kent whooped.

“Well, now it’s time for her to get some Josh-meat,” Josh grinned.

Josh was not very tall, only 5’ 6”, but he was quite stout, with a broad chest and shoulders.  He wasn’t what you could call fat, but he sure wasn’t skinny, either.
He also had thick dark hair and bad acne.

Josh worked his heavy frame between Trisha’s outstretched legs. She let out a startled yelp as he fed his hard cock inside her.
"God, you've got a tight pussy!" he grinned with lust as he felt his dick encased by Trisha’s tight cunt. He began to pound into her body like a jackhammer. Josh’s body was filled with adrenaline, and he wanted nothing more than to batter Trisha’s pussy.

“Do like you did for Kent,” he said to her.

Trisha tried to turn her head away from him as he let his tongue run over her skin while he whispered to her. Reluctantly, she locked her legs over Josh’s back like he told her. He loved the way her soft calves felt on his ass.

Josh could feel the sweat forming on his brow as he used her young body hard. He pummeled her sex, slamming his dick deep in her tight pussy, his balls smacking against her ass. In and out, he humped her, pounding into her body.

Josh tried to hold off as long as he could, but finally he felt his balls contract and he shot his load in her belly. He growled as he rammed home a few more times, pumping all the cum he could into her tight snatch. Then, he forced his mouth on Trisha’s and made her kiss him until he collapsed his weight on hers, exhausted and spent.

The tears ran down her cheeks as she felt his cock throbbing inside her.

After Josh climbed off her, the other boys could see her legs splayed open, the cum seeping out of her snatch.

Alex, a tall, gangly blonde boy, dropped the sweat pants he was wearing, exposing a skinny, but fairly long cock. Wasting no time, he slammed his dick forward into Trisha’s tight vagina.

He jerked his hips, ramming his prick deep in her tight channel, surprising her with the suddenness, and violence, of his movements.
"What a perfect little whore," Alex said.

Trisha twisted her head to the side, not looking at him, crying hard as he slid his cock from her pussy, then forced it in again. Alex ran his hand over her small tits, then cupping her chin, made her look up at him.

"You're a cute slut!" he said as he stared down into Trisha’s eyes.

She tried to resist, but her nipples grew hard as his fingers squeezed them. Alex moved in, kissing her neck and sucking at her skin. She smelled and tasted so sweet.

Alex moved his body against her. Trisha whimpered each time he buried his dick in her pussy. He drove his hips forward, slamming the whole length of his prick into her battered cunt. Trisha could only lie there and take the abuse.

She could hear the jeers and hollering of the other boys, cheering on Alex. Quickly enough, Trisha felt his dick to the hilt in her snatch and his warm spunk flooding into her belly.

Alex collapsed on her body, his prick still impaled in her snatch. It took a few minutes for him to catch his breath again. 

"Oh fuck, that was good!" he sighed, as he rocked his hips slowly into the whining girl. Then he slid out from her tight, warm pussy.
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Very hot Jed!  ;D
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Family Matters: Chapters One to Five
« Last post by Plaything on May 21, 2017, 06:37:28 PM »
Yes, I agree with Jed!
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Science Fiction, Horror and Other Fantastic Places Stories / Waves
« Last post by gscmar64 on May 21, 2017, 02:10:09 PM »
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The above was the inspiration for the following, it was very kindly sent to me by KgC120, who's beginning to understand that the weirdest of things can trigger my story imagination!

M/FF, Ghosts, Robotic Wife,Rape, sci-fi

Waves lapping what remains of the three logs she was tied to. No one knew who tied her there of for what reason. All we know is she was found after suffering a horrible fate and that the town of Pine Vale was shocked. Looking around the beach in a circle, scenes of the far off  Coastal Paradise  and wood along the beach greeted me and my partner as we looked into just what happened.

As I think about the call we received in the station a little after 4am yesterday morning. A body found in the sand of the local beach, more precise a girl in her late twenties, brown hair, blue eyes, hard to guess her height since she was sitting staring out to the water with her knees curled up under her chin, a vacant look in her eyes. Wouldn’t speak or even acknowledged our presence when we showed up. Deputy Bowden, Julie Marsh my partner and myself Ed Gorwin of the Coastal Paradise PD were sent by the Marshall to see what all the excitement was about.

Bowden and I held back when we got to the beach, Julie walked over to the woman and tried to find out what’s going on. Ignored she waves us over, as we approach the woman flinches but still refuses to speak or acknowledge us. “Thank god for Dynatech hey Ed!” Bowden spouts as he takes out his “MindRes” reader and trains it onto the woman. In minutes the flashing lights stop on the solid green meaning her last memories were read and ready for viewing.

“Yeah god bless the advancement detection gear of 2045!’ pissed at being up so early “Now you want to tells us what it fucking says?” Yeah I was in a bad mood, my shift ended at 2 am and here I was on a fucking cold beach with ‘Miss Mute” instead of the Susan 2100 hypno-wife deluxe.

“Holy shit, you won’t believe your eyes!” Bowden eyes wide as he stares into the viewscreen of the pistol like instrument.

“Oh give me that before the pictures hurts your little fucking brain!’ Wow Julie was in a pissed mood also. Guess Clint didn’t make his nightly stop this morning! “Sweet Fucking Christ what the hell is this shit!” Grabbing the instrument I take a gander and almost shit and piss myself at the images displayed.

From a position on the beach by three logs, a giant dark color creature holding an schooner in four of its tentacles, on board can been seen the outlines of men . three more tentacles snaked out on the beach around the three posts. Two end around the legs of the woman, the last around her neck holding her in place. Besides her prone body the remains of a two piece red and white bikini. But the image that made me spill all my waste by products I’ll never forget were of translucent men standing around her body like they were waiting for the one on her body to finish what he was doing.

The image shifts to the body lifting only to be replaced by another and “Damn she be a fine wench, Cap’n sir!”  and what sounds like mewing coming from the woman. “What is this shit Bowden?”

“What she experienced Gorwin!’ looking incredulous “The damn thing working fine, just had it’s weekly inspection by the tech heads from  Coastal Tech!”
Then if this is true then we’re to believe that she was ganged raped by ghost seamen with the aid of a giant sea monster. It sounded like something out of those old movies from the late 90’s that the old Hollywood would crank out. “Well we’ll get more out of her at Coastal General why don’t you and Julie, get her out of here and take her there.

They gently draped Bowden jacket over her shoulders and escort her off the beach. I stay for more than an hour before Coastal Paradise  forensic lands on the scene and I relate what the ‘MindRes’ purported to claim happened. Taking out my handheld Mestronic PDHF424 I film the surroundings before finally centering back onto the three posts. Asking if I was needed only to be told no, I made my way to General to meet up with Julie and Bowden.

Coming into General i just found my way to where Juli and bowden were as they came out of the examination room “Well?” All I got out before Bowden tossed his last meal all over the floor and Julie shivering grab a hold of me so hard my teeth tried to keep up the rhythm her nerves were producing along her body. “WWell cannn someoooone telllll meeee what theeee fuuuuck weeee stumbbbbled ontoooo”  never try to ask anything while being shaken by a woman in fright.

Finally Bowden looks up from his ever expanding puddle of intestinal delight. “It’s just as the ‘Mindres’ claims, she was gangraped by ghoss while held down by a creature!” more dry heaves rack him. Julie loosens her grip on me and tries for a cup of water from the hallway dispenser. Shaking it all over the floor before I grab the cup and hold it to her lips after refilling it.

"Ed it was true the doctor did a rape kit and took out ectoplasm from her vagina and anal cavity. She seems to be finally getting a hold on her nerves “There was enough to fill a 100 mm flask and Ed it’s a whitish color just like semen of a real live guy!”

"Yeah right! Hey am I on that lame ass practical joke show from UPFOXN!” then my phone bleeps. “Gorwin!” Listening to the speaker on the other end “You shitting me right, Ectoplasm the color of sperm on the posts along with sucker marks!

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That’s how Marie Two Runner and myself found our self this night on the exact beach at two in the morning.Seem the big brass didn’t believe the evidence the MindRes obtained on scene or at the hospital.Fuck even i had my doubts but i don’t have the balls to tell upper management to take this one and shove it where the sun don’t shine. Julie  had to be put on temporary medical leave since even with little white pills she still was shaking so bad that it was like she was playing “Taps” when she had a spoon in her hand.Not that I had anything against Marie who was full blood Haida Indian hailing from some hole in the wall in Canada. Five foot eight, built like a WWE Diva, you know the type thick waist and broad shoulders, little upstairs when it came to anything outside of bashing someone  down.

“You sure the MindRes was operating right Gorwin?” For the millionth time that night/ morning I told her yes, “Because I’m getting nothing on the meter!”

“Can’t help it, personally seen the evidence from her scans and the ectoplasma to say it’s been faked!”  Pointing out where she was found to Marie “Over there is where we will start with this night’s investigation

“Find by me!” then as her arms moves towards the three posts “Whoa getting something on the meter!” a high pitch whine sounding  the closer we got to them. The readings are going off the scale. Out in the water a section of the water started to roil as something hugh sought to break the surface of the water. We both just standing there each wondering inside ‘What the fuck is that!

“’Hey Ed do you see what I’m  see and getting on the meter?”

“Depends if your talking about a giant octopus  like creature holding what looks like schooner!”
Oh shit then I’m not suffering from that opioid I took before shift!’ turning to make a break for it as the air is split with “Avast ye wench, where ye be going!”

Taking out my gun I pump an entire clip into the translucent beings coming walking out of the tide. The shells seem to pass through them like a hot knife through butter. Then  they are on me, cold lifeless hand followed by a good four inch thick tentacle that pin my to the beach. My pants are pulled down as I try to fight clear, then the sight and sound of Marie fighting a similar thing draws my attention.

“Karkaren and the schooner “Villainous! But I thought that was just an old tribal tale told to make young girl  abstain from having sex on the beach!” then the sound of cloth ripping and screams of ‘get off me!’ followed by a high pitched scream of ‘No’ then the sounds of a cock sloshing in a wet pussy!

Then my world turns black as the tentacle wraps itself around my head. Coming too when someone grabs my shoulders and shakes me “Hey you shouldn’t sleep on the beach man!” As I quickly gain my senses I look to find Marie sitting just like the other woman was when we first came to this beach two days ago! The same vacant look in her eyes and what appeared to be dried semen all over her nude form.

“Marie?” shouting as I gain my feet with help from the guy who found me. Just like the other either not wanting to hear of can’t hear. Grabbing the MindRes and using it I pick up the same images as from the other woman. Searching my pockets for my phone  find it smashed to pieces with what looks like a claw sticking through it. Then once more the world goes black.

                                                                                      To be continued
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Family Matters: Chapters One to Five
« Last post by Jed on May 21, 2017, 07:53:27 AM »
Nice job Emily, glad we have you around here.
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