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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Boys on the town in the QF-2 match
- Theme: One more time
Party Hard
When it comes to a song with this title, I usually would have preferred Masayoshi Yamazaki's quieter One more time, One more chance. But since I am on the run, I am grateful that the beat of Daft Punk’s One more time is driving me forward instead.
One more time.
He is chasing me, the burly man with the dilated pupils, high on some drug cocktail, just like the rest of the crowd that’s turning the place into a naked fuck fest. I didn’t know what this was, I just wanted to go dancing tonight.
Oh yeah, all right. Don't stop the dancing.
I feel his hand brush my shoulder, but he only catches my blouse, tearing it as I wrench free from his grip.
We don't stop. You can't stop.
The naked bodies around me drip their sweat onto the floor, turning each step into a slippery slope. The strobe lights make it hard for me to see. Where is the exit? The loud music swallows my screams for help. The quieter part of the song allows for the cacophony of uninhibited moans to take center stage for a moment, but even then am I unable to hear any of the sounds I make myself.
Hey! Just feeling. Music's got me feeling the need. Need, yeah. Come on, all right.
I trip over a naked couple on the ground. The man fucking some woman he might or might not have known 20 minutes ago groans in pain for a moment. Without even looking at me, his drilling continues. I try to stand up as quickly as I can, pushing the man deeper into the woman underneath him as I lift myself off his body. I am about to run again, when a strong arm wraps itself around my waist.
You know we're gonna do it right, tonight.
He lifts me off the ground as easily as I had raised my cocktail to my lips not 15 minutes ago. I flail about in his arms, I scream and curse and beg. And when we reach the edge of the room, he lets me down without ever releasing his firm grip. He spins me around and pushes me into the wall. My shoulder hurts.
Music's got me feeling so free.
His hands make quick work of my clothes. He remains fully clothed except for the erection poking me as he kisses me, kneads my breasts, tears the remainder of my blouse apart. I add unheard and unseen tears to the ocean of unconstrained lust in the room, just a hint of salt in an otherwise sweet sea of ecstasy.
We're gonna celebrate.
Moments later, he’s inside of me, relentless, uncaring. I cry, he thrusts. I scream, he moans. My pussy bleeds, his penis grows.
Celebrate and dance so free.
As I resign myself to my fate to get fucked against this wall like a rag doll by a man who is so high that he likely doesn’t even realize that he’s raping me, he comes. His dilated pupils neither recognize the pain nor the tears on my face as he empties his balls inside of my cunt. As I believe this ordeal to be over, just for good measure, he thrusts into me:
One more time.
