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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 Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against nobody in the R16-5
- Theme: Hard as Lightning, Soft as Candlelight
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The Strange Case of Henry Banner and Danica Carew
I was contemplating my options. And so was Melissa who I was talking to on the phone.
“Well, that depends. What’s your goal?”
Melissa was always so straightforward. When I needed serious advice, especially when I wanted a perspective vastly different from my own, I liked to call her.
“It’s his birthday, so I just want him to like it.”
Melissa sighed audibly as if I had said some outlandish thing.
“Honey, that’s not a goal. That’s fortune cookie BS from wannabe good girls who act like they can’t even spell libido. So here’s how I see it…”
I was bracing myself for a heavy dose of Melissa’s shamelessness.
“… You go with your option A, the dress you wore on your first date. You get to show off how that sexy piece of fabric still fits your tight little body like a second skin. You haven’t let yourself go for a second in the 6 months you’ve been together and he’ll better recognize that! He’ll be undressing you with his eyes the entire time until he actually gets to undress you. Option B, however,…”
Whenever I talked to Melissa about what to wear, she’d rank my outfits in terms of how likely they were to make men want to sleep with me. And while I believed that looking good was about more than just sex, I couldn’t deny that sex was definitely part of the plan for Henry’s birthday.
“… honestly, your so called ‘modest’ option will drive him even more crazy! If you truly wear that Starfleet Academy shirt like you’re the queen of the nerds you’ll be lucky if he closes the apartment door before he fucks you in the hallway!”
I had never considered myself a prude – until I met Melissa.
“Oh come on, he’s into Star Trek, sure, but it’s not that bad!”
I had to protest at least a little on his behalf.
“I know he’s head over heels for you, but if you gave him the choice between you and Kate Mulgrew, don’t you think he’d be tempted to choose her? And the woman’s how old now? 80?”
I contemplated the idea briefly. I wished that I could deny the possibility of him preferring her. The thought made me smile. Being next in line directly after the Captain Kathryn Janeway, I could live with that.
“70, but alright, alright, I get it! I’ll uninvite Kate Mulgrew from the party on Saturday.”
I had to suppress my laughter to get this line out of my mouth in a somewhat serious tone.
“Good girl.”
Our banter continued for a few more minutes. Then she bid me farewell with the following words.
“Give him a night he will never forget, Dani!”
That was exactly my plan.
“You bet!”
Following my talk with Melissa, I took a quick shower. Then I chose the Starfleet Academy shirt, comfortable sweat pants to complete the seemingly unerotic appearance, and no underwear to spice things up a little. But this was not the only sexy surprise I had prepared for him.
I didn’t talk about this with Melissa, but I decided that today would be the day Henry and I would have sex without a condom for the first time. I had started to take the pill instead. Compared to the bad experiences I had made with the pill when I first took it as a teenager, I couldn’t complain this time around. It didn’t kill my libido and it actually made the pain during my period a bit more bearable.
I had initially told myself that I was doing this as a favor for him. But to be honest, I wanted to feel him coming inside me for a while now. I desired that extra level of closeness and intimacy. The truth is, I wanted to tell him that I loved him for the first time and removing that roughly 0.1mm thin barrier between us felt appropriate as a symbol for the growing connection between us. Melissa would probably say that I didn’t need such romantic sounding excuses if I just wanted to try raw dogging it, but feeling Henry inside me was more than just sex and pleasure to me. It felt deeply meaningful and I wanted to take that one step further tonight.
Since leaving the shower, I could hear the rain drumming against the windows. It had suddenly started to pour. Listening to the rain while I myself was safe and dry inside always relaxed me. My hair was barely dry when I heard the doorbell ring. I had given Henry his own spare key about two months ago, but he nevertheless always announced his arrival like that. I found it a bit amusing. What was the worst that could happen? Him accidentally running into me while I was naked? Nothing he hadn’t seen before there! Still, I appreciated the sentiment. No harm done when one cares, even if it’s not strictly necessary! I hastily lit some candles in the bedroom, then rushed into the hallway to greet him. I wasn’t a second too late when the door in front of me opened.
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I slowly opened the door. And there she was to greet me, just like always when I came to her place. It was my birthday and seeing her beam at me in anticipation - that was the real gift. Her appearance made me chuckle. I had expected her to dress-up a little for today, instead shed gone into the opposite direction. Sweat pants and a Starfleet Academy shirt? What’s not to love? It was clear to me that she had showered not too long ago. Her long black hair was dry already, but it spread the scent of her almond shampoo wherever she moved. I couldn’t help but stare at her shirt for a moment and her nipples greeting me through the fabric made it very clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She stepped closer to me, putting her arms around my neck.
“Happy birthday, Henry.”
Before I could answer her, she leaned in for a kiss. I noticed immediately that she was not about to take any prisoners today when her tongue darted into my mouth. I reciprocated her eagerness by putting my hands on her hips and pulling her closer to me. We’d been together for 6 months now, but my fascination with her was still the same as on our first date. She seemed to have a hold on my soul that made me wonder whether witches were real after all. It took a while, but that kiss came to an end after all.
“Thanks, I was looking forward to seeing you all day.”
She was still standing close to me. Her hands had buried themselves in my hair during our kiss.
“You got a little wet there, it seems. Do you need a towel?”
I shook my head in response.
“Nah, it started pouring just as I was getting here, but I got lucky. I was almost at your door when it hit.”
She sighed softly. I knew she wanted to remind me about the umbrella she had bought me three months ago, but she was letting it go. A little birthday privilege, I guessed. Instead she hugged me closely, pressing her body against mine. She held on to me tightly, inhaled me audibly as if we hadn’t seen each other in years.
“I wouldn’t mind getting out of these damp clothes though if you can help me with that.”
My hands wandered from her hips a little lower and grabbed her cute little behind. I was sure she mut have felt my growing erection against her stomach. She burst out laughing. I could feel the tremor of it ripple through her body.
“What’s so funny?”
As she shook her head in response, I could feel her nose brush against my neck.
“Nothing, you just reminded me that I gave Melissa too little credit for how well she knows you. Let me close that door first.”
With an amused smile on her lips she went to close the door. She gave Mrs. Carlson, one of her neighbors who cast us a disdainful look as she was leaving her apartment, a cheerful wave. Then we were hidden from judgmental eyes, truly alone.
“I got something for you.”
I pulled what I got for her out of the bag I brought with me.
“You do realize you’re supposed to get gifts, not give them on your birthday, right?”
She was in a playful mood. I liked seeing her like this.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But this was a bargain.”
Her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas when she recognized the first print Wonder Woman comic she had been hunting for forever.
“No way, where did you get this?!”
Her excitement was infectious.
“I saw some old lady selling it. I think she didn’t realize what she had on hand there.”
Her expression changed from glee to concern.
“Wait, you didn’t rip off some nice old lady, did you?”
That was so like her. Seeing her worry about this stranger she never met, I knew exactly why I loved her so much.
“First, she wasn’t that old. And second, no, I just paid her what she asked. It’s not like I tried to haggle the price even further down. I know she could have asked 200 bucks for this, but it’s not like we’re talking life altering money here.”
I could see her sense of morality wrestle with her excitement on her face.
“Hmm… alright. Thank you so much. Now, let me grab your gift, birthday boy!”
As she walked past me, she brushed her index finger against my nose - a teasing little gesture that made my chest ache. I followed her trajectory with my eyes. God, she was cute swaggering away fetching whatever gift she had gotten for me. I took off my shoes and coat, then followed her to the bedroom. I was almost there when she reappeared with a neatly wrapped gift in hands. It was a fairly large box and the shape gave me a pretty good idea what it might be.
“Here, for you. I hope you like it.”
I was sure I would. I hadn’t seen Danica buy a bad gift even once, neither for me nor for anybody else. The wrapping paper was covered in delicate floral patterns, tied with a pink ribbon. A feminine touch, unmistakably hers. The box was wrapped meticulously, no wrinkles, no rough edges. The kind of gift that seems to be too pretty to unwrap before curiosity ultimately gets the better of you anyway. I demonstratively shook the box once, listening to the sounds the box made. There wasn’t much to hear. Whatever was inside didn’t seem to have much room to move. I finally began to unwrap my gift, careful not to destroy the wrapping paper.
“Oh come on, you’re opening this like it’s a virgin during her first time. No need to be so gentle, just rip it open!”
Danica was getting impatient. I understood why. When you put a lot of care into choosing a gift for someone, you can’t wait to see their reaction to it. So I followed suit and ravaged that package like I couldn’t care less about preserving the paper.
“This is amazing! I wanted to get this figure for months now!”
I held in my hands an original Star Trek The Next Generation Jean Luc Picard figure - 1 to 6 scale. I had my eye on it for a while now, but I had told myself that it was too expensive. I balanced the box on my right hand and hugged Danica with my free left arm.
“Thank you so much. You’re the best!”
I could feel her breath on my cheek as she inched closer with her mouth to my ear.
“That’s not my only gift for you.”
What more could there possibly be? Her voice was now nothing but a breathless whisper.
“I want you to come inside me today.”
“Finally!”
My cock jumped immediately in my pants, a reaction that seemed to please Danica. She nibbled on my ear, and I could feel her grin forming against my skin as she kept going. I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently urged her to take a step back. Staring into her trusting green eyes, I asked her.
“You sure about this?”
She nodded, not breaking eye contact for a second.
“Absolutely! And it’s not just a gift to you. I want this. I want… you, all of you.”
“How precious! Shall we find out whether she can handle truly all of you?”
Sometimes I had these intrusive thoughts I had learned to ignore. Since I met Danica they had become less frequent, ultmately appearing to have disappeared altogether. Why they were resurfacing now, I had no idea. But I decided to pay them no mind, just like in the past.
“I’d very much like to show you all of me.”
I caressed her rosy cheek. It was warm and soft. She leaned into my touch, snuggling her adorable face into the palm of my hand. I pulled her in again, planting a shy kiss on the tip of her nose, then another on her mouth. Her hands were eagerly roaming over my body. One hand was playing with my curls while the other grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I knew that she enjoyed feeling my hard-on pressing against her body.
She was moving backwards now, urging me to follow her closely every step of the way. Her destination was clear: the bed. She had lit a few candles to set the mood. The dim light basked the room in a warm glow. The sound of the rain further shielded us from the outside world. We had a lot of sex over the last few months, but never had I wanted her like I did now. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. All I could hope was that I might give her back even a fraction of the happiness she’d brought into my life.
We stripped out of our clothes like they were on fire. Soon we were naked except for her still wearing that tempting Starfleet Academy shirt. She was about to take it off when I grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Hmm, can you leave that on...?”
She looked at me with surprise in her eyes. Then she flashed me a bright smile and started laughing uncontrollably. She let herself fall onto the bed, urging me to follow her, her body still shaking from laughter.
“You’re impossible! But sure, whatever floats your starship!”
“If you’d like to see that shirt again, you’d better let her take it off now! You know I won’t mind ripping it apart to get to those tits, don’t you?”
She was still giggling as I joined her on the bed, climbing on top of her with a throbbing erection seeking release.
Our hands were greedy, betraying whatever scraps of restraint we thought we still had. I played with her breasts beneath her shirt, almost like a teenager discovering second base for the first time, not daring to take that shirt off. I loved to hear her moans. I knew how sensitive her breasts were, how stimulating them alone could make her come. Her body was writhing in pleasure beneath me, her legs already parting instinctively.
“Her moans do sound nice, I’ll give you that. I wonder what her screams will sound like.”
Our tongues were fencing now, eager and playful. I traced the ouline of her soft body with my hands, worshipping every curve. I teased her overflowing pussy several times, evading the contact she desired so desperately, pulling away at the last possible moment again and again.. She was almost begging me with her eyes. And what her eyes weren’t able to communicate, her fingers digging into my ass did.
“Do it!”
“Wrong franchise…”
“What…?”
“Never mind.”
It took her a moment, then she understood and burst into laughter again. She covered her face with her hands, wiping a few tears away she had cried from laughing too hard.
I let my hand rest on her vulva, no movement, no teasing. Just stillness. A reverent guardian for a beautiful place. When her laughter finally faded, I asked her.
“You want me to lick you first. Or…?”
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Makes you wonder who’s the girl in this relationship.”
Danica shook her head.
“Later. We’ve got all the time in the world for a second and third round. Right now, I just want to feel you inside me.”
I nodded and positioned myself between her legs. I removed my hand which she immediately replaced with hers, spreading her lips for me with her fingers. I was salivating so much at the sight of this wet invitation that I barely managed to keep up with swallowing it all.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you drooled a little on her.”
The intrusive thoughts became increasingly mocking. I tried to shake them off.
“Everything okay?”
Danica asked. She didn’t sound to worried, but she was perceptive as usual.
“Yeah, just thinking how lucky I am that I get to share this moment with you.”
I guided my cock to her entrance. I slid into her with ease, her pussy being a well-oiled passage that offered no resistance, only a siren song showing me the way into her depths.
“AH!…. Mhm…”
She moaned as I entered her. Her walls welcomed my naked cock with fervor, hugging it tighly, coating it with all the natural lubricant one could ask for. For the first time, I felt her slick wetness directly on my shaft with no barrier between us at all. Inch by inch did my cock disappear from sight, filling her, seeking her loving embrace. This was not the moment for ramming it into her, for a quicky. I wanted to savor the moment, the feeling of connection.
Her body had taken me in completely, my whole length. I looked at her. She reached her arms out to me, asking me to lie down on top of her.
“Come here.”
Her voice was full of longing, the same longing I felt for her. For the first time in my life did I truly understand why it was called “making love”. As I lowered my body to meet hers I could feel her wrap her arms around me. Kissing her again, feeling the softness of both pairs of lips at once, I started to move. No frantic thrusting, just a slow deliberate back and forth rhythm that allowed me to feel that friction, to explore that familiar tightness anew with nothing separating us anymore. I could feel her finger nails gliding over my back, the motion of her hands mimicking the rhythm of my advances into her. I wanted to pace myself, but the intensity of the moment was threatening to overwhelm me.
I focused on her reactions. She moaned unapologetically in between kisses, no shame at all. As I picked up the pace, I could hear how wet she was every time I plunged into her. She wasn’t lubricating my cock to make moving inside her easy, she was bathing it! I could only imagine the stains her outpouring wetness must have left on the bedsheet already. She wrapped her legs around me, trying to pull me in even deeper. She wanted to feel more of me as I wanted to feel more of her.
“Are you there yet? Once you flooded that sweet cunt with your cum, I think I’ll have some fun with her ass!”
The rain got even more intense, the candles flickered, possibly because of some draft that threatened to blow them out. Neither of us cared. I was just filling her over and over again, my earlier hesitation all but gone. I was getting close and so was she. I could feel it, her cunt clasping down hard on my cock. She was drawing me in, daring and begging me to come in her. I could feel the heat of her body, our moans battling for dominance against the roars of distant thunder that had turned the rain into a thunderstorm. Flashes of hard lightning occasionally brightened the room, revealing what soft candlelight tried to keep hidden. I loved her and I needed her to know. I needed her to know as I kept plowing her, as I kept distilling those sweet screams of lust out of her body.
“Danica, I…”
I began to speak in between labored breaths.
“Yes, yes! Come inside me! Please!”
Her words alone almost made me come. I could feel the buildup to my orgasm, the crossing of the point of no return, the dam about to break.
“I… love you!”
With my last bit of composure did I manage to speak the words. Then I surrendered my body to the sweet bliss of climax. Danica was unable to answer me, an orgasm of her own rippling through her body, taking away her ability to speak as she screamed a wail of ecstasy. Her nails dug into my bag, her legs pulled me in deep, and a torrent of cum burst forth from my pumping cock. I filled her, filled her with all I had to give: myself, my love for her, my desire to be with her. For a moment, it felt like I’d keep coming forever, but the moment did end after all. Exhausted, I collapsed on her small frame. Silence, then lightning strikes near by and a deafining thunder claims the calm for itself.
“My turn!”
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I could feel his weight resting on me. I was hugging him tightly, his hard dick still buried in me, showing no signs of growing soft yet. ‘I love you!’ he had said just before he came. I wish I could have answered him immediately. If somebody had asked me before, then confessing my love during sex would not have been my preferred option. But I felt so close to him that it seemed weirdly appropriate.
He seemed totally spent. For a moment I wondered whether he had fallen asleep. I owed him an answer and gladly, there was no doubt in my mind what it would be.
“Henry? I love you, too!”
I soothingly caressed his back, feeling the scratch marks I had left on his skin when I had come. I felt a bit guilty for having hurt him. He didn’t respond. He could not have fallen asleep for real, could he? Then, I felt him move again. His cock slowly carved its way through my wetness and the cum he left inside me.
“Okay Captain, how about we take a break first?”
I was amused by his eagerness to keep going. I was definitely in the mood for a few more of those intense orgasms, but my vagina was quite sensitive immediately after coming and I prefered to rest a bit before we continued.
He didn’t speak, he didn’t look up. His face was still buried in my shoulder. He hadn’t said a word since that confession. His only response was the renewed movement of his hips. I was starting to worry.
“Henry? Are you still with me? Did you hear what I said? Let’s take a break for now, okay?”
Still no response, only the acceleration of his slow hip movements until they became thrusts again.
“Henry?! Please! I…. AHH!”
Then I felt the sudden pain. He was biting into my shoulder. This wasn’t a lover’s teasing bite, but the painful impression of his teeth into my skin. I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him off me.
“Henry, stop! This is enough!”
I was unable to lift him off me. Nevertheless, he raised his body on his own but without ever stopping his thrusts into me. I was getting scared. Was he sleep walking… or sleep fucking maybe? I didn’t know. I only knew that this didn’t feel like the man I loved anymore. And then he looked me in the eye and the expression on his face confirmed my worst fears. I saw nothing of the warmth and kindness I knew was in him. Just a blank face as he kept fucking me like a blow up doll, a toy to be used.
“Henry, wake u…!”
Before I could end my sentence, he had slapped me, hard. I felt the burning pain on my cheek, my ears were ringing. I barely dared to look at him again.
“Pl… Please, I love…”
He hit me again, this time with the other hand. He was no longer making love to me. His hips were just violently crashing into mine. My vagina started to hurt from his barrage of thrusts, the ample lubrication of our earlier shared climax preventing more severe damage from occurring. I had no idea what to do. Then I felt him pinch and twist my nipples, making me scream for his amusement. This was the first time I saw him smile since the Henry I knew had disappeared.
“I’m begging you, it hurts!”
I was now frantically trying to get him off me, hitting him, scratching him, pushing him, trying to dislodge his cock from my cunt. But once my resistance started to annoy him, he grabbed my wrists and pushed them down onto the bed above my head.
I was crying now, scared of what he might do next. The tears streaming from my eyes made it impossible for me to see him clearly, but at least I didn’t have to see that cold and cruel expression on his face anymore. I heard him tear the fabric of my shirt apart, exposing my breasts to his gaze. Just when I had decided that I would just hold still and let him finish, hoping that the real Henry would return afterwards, I felt him dig his teeth deep into my tits. I could only scream with the pain overshadowing any pleasure my still sensitive cunt might have gotten out of the brutal fucking. I squirmed and buckled beneath him but to no avail. He was a relentness fuck machine that kept plowing me with abandon.
When he finally withdrew himself from my body, I felt relieved only to realize the next moment that he had aligned his rock hard cock with my asshole.
“No, no… no, no, NO! Don’t!”
Then I felt him tear through my sphincter and a new level of pain wrecked my body. I just wanted it to stop! I never had anal sex before and I certainly didn’t want it like this. But he kept impaling my ass over and over again, his cock feeling like a glowing metal rod inside me. He slapped my bleeding tits while he sodomized my ass, pinched my clitoris and slapped my pussy several times while he visibly enjoyed tearing into my bowels with every brutal thrust. The pain was unbearable and I started to wonder whether he would kill me.
My screams of agony were drowned out by the thunderstorm still raging outside. I was having trouble to remember the soft Henry I loved. All I could see was the hardened monster torturing me for fun. And as the mask of silent stoicism began to slip and I could hear him grunt in pleasure, I knew that he was close. Moments later, he shot his load deep into my bowels, while the cum that had been a symbol of our love dripped out of my abused cunt. He groaned in deep satisfaction as he emptied himself inside of me once more and then collapsed on top of me again. Me now being nothing but a bloody and beaten mess fearing for my life as I quietly wept underneath him.
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When I came to, nothing made sense to me. Why did my cock hurt? Why did I taste blood in my mouth? I was still on top of Danica. But she was… crying? Had my confession been that moving to her? No, these tears sounded different. I took a look at her. She was… bruised and bleeding? And why was my cock in her ass? I got off her immediately, but stayed next to her. I reached out to her, putting a hand on her shoulder but she flinched when I touched her. I didn’t understand.
“Danica… what the hell happened?!”
Did I… do this?
“Don’t touch me! Just… get away from me!”
