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Authors: Wrath James White
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“That was incredible! Wh-where did you learn to do that?” Josh was still breathing hard and little spasms continued to wrack his body intermittently.
“My turn.”
She crawled up Josh’s body and straddled his face. He went to work immediately, flicking her swollen clitoris with his tongue and stabbing it up inside of her, then dragging his tongue down to her anus and giving the rose-colored bud of her asshole the same attention, alternating back and forth between clitoris and anus while Sarah scratched at the headboard and cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, my fucking God! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, YES!”
When she came, it was like the world was ending.Her body began to spasm and convulse as orgasms tore through her.
Suddenly, images of the neighbor began flashing through her mind. Images of him fucking her from behind, forcing her to look at him in the mirror over the vanity as he raped her ass, bent over Josh’s lifeless corpse, then slit her throat from ear to ear. Another orgasm ripped through her as she screamed. She climbed off Josh and sat with her back against the headboard, still reliving the rape.
Josh smiled, unaware.
“Wow. I can’t remember the last time you came like that. You definitely are not on your period.”
Sarah began to cry.
“What? What did I do?”
“I was raped. I was raped, Josh! The neighbor, Dale, he raped me!”
“Are you sure? You sure this wasn’t a dream?”
“He raped me!”
Josh jumped up from the bed and snatched up his clothes. He walked into the closet and came out with a semiautomatic handgun that Sarah never even knew he had. He pulled on his jeans, moving fast, and Sarah was afraid he was going to zip up his cock in his zipper. She had never seen him look so angry.
“Where’d you get that? What are you going to do?”
“I bought it a few weeks ago when one of the guys at work got beaten up in the parking lot by a bunch of teenagers, some sort of gang. It’s a Glock nine-millimeter. I’m going to put a couple of hollow points in Dale’s head. You stay here. Just call the police and tell them what happened.”
Josh walked out of the room and started down the stairs. Sarah was so confused. She didn’t know what todo, what was real, or what was in her head. She looked around the room, searching for something that would make the whole thing make some kind of sense. She looked across the street and could see Dale cutting the small six-by-eight-foot patch of lawn in his front yard with one of those old manual lawnmowers. He was sweating profusely and the muscles in his skinny little arms were quivering as he struggled to push the lawnmower. He looked so weak and helpless. The whole thing was just so ridiculous. Dale looked like anything but a rapist and murderer. It couldn’t have been real.
“Josh, no! Wait!”
Sarah ran out of the room and dashed down the stairs to catch him.
“Wait, Josh! It was a dream. It was just a dream.”
Josh was still moving toward the front door. He cocked the nine-millimeter, jacking a round into the chamber.
“Josh, no!”
Sarah raced past him to block the front door.
“It was just a dream! Don’t kill him. I was just dreaming. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I don’t know why I keep having them. I don’t know what it is about that guy that freaks me out so much, but it was just a dream. I promise I’ll go get help. I’ll go see someone.”
Josh relaxed and gathered Sarah into his arms.
“Okay, baby. I’ll make sure we get you some help. But get dressed first. We’re going to buy you a gun.”
C HAPTER T EN
On the way to American Marksman they stopped at the hotel to get Josh’s paycheck. A white F-350 pickup truck cut them off as they drove up the ramp to the second-floor parking level and Josh had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting them. Josh leaned on the horn and the three rednecks in the car glared at him and the
“That was incredible! Wh-where did you learn to do that?” Josh was still breathing hard and little spasms continued to wrack his body intermittently.
“My turn.”
She crawled up Josh’s body and straddled his face. He went to work immediately, flicking her swollen clitoris with his tongue and stabbing it up inside of her, then dragging his tongue down to her anus and giving the rose-colored bud of her asshole the same attention, alternating back and forth between clitoris and anus while Sarah scratched at the headboard and cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, my fucking God! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, YES!”
When she came, it was like the world was ending.Her body began to spasm and convulse as orgasms tore through her.
Suddenly, images of the neighbor began flashing through her mind. Images of him fucking her from behind, forcing her to look at him in the mirror over the vanity as he raped her ass, bent over Josh’s lifeless corpse, then slit her throat from ear to ear. Another orgasm ripped through her as she screamed. She climbed off Josh and sat with her back against the headboard, still reliving the rape.
Josh smiled, unaware.
“Wow. I can’t remember the last time you came like that. You definitely are not on your period.”
Sarah began to cry.
“What? What did I do?”
“I was raped. I was raped, Josh! The neighbor, Dale, he raped me!”
“Are you sure? You sure this wasn’t a dream?”
“He raped me!”
Josh jumped up from the bed and snatched up his clothes. He walked into the closet and came out with a semiautomatic handgun that Sarah never even knew he had. He pulled on his jeans, moving fast, and Sarah was afraid he was going to zip up his cock in his zipper. She had never seen him look so angry.
“Where’d you get that? What are you going to do?”
“I bought it a few weeks ago when one of the guys at work got beaten up in the parking lot by a bunch of teenagers, some sort of gang. It’s a Glock nine-millimeter. I’m going to put a couple of hollow points in Dale’s head. You stay here. Just call the police and tell them what happened.”
Josh walked out of the room and started down the stairs. Sarah was so confused. She didn’t know what todo, what was real, or what was in her head. She looked around the room, searching for something that would make the whole thing make some kind of sense. She looked across the street and could see Dale cutting the small six-by-eight-foot patch of lawn in his front yard with one of those old manual lawnmowers. He was sweating profusely and the muscles in his skinny little arms were quivering as he struggled to push the lawnmower. He looked so weak and helpless. The whole thing was just so ridiculous. Dale looked like anything but a rapist and murderer. It couldn’t have been real.
“Josh, no! Wait!”
Sarah ran out of the room and dashed down the stairs to catch him.
“Wait, Josh! It was a dream. It was just a dream.”
Josh was still moving toward the front door. He cocked the nine-millimeter, jacking a round into the chamber.
“Josh, no!”
Sarah raced past him to block the front door.
“It was just a dream! Don’t kill him. I was just dreaming. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I don’t know why I keep having them. I don’t know what it is about that guy that freaks me out so much, but it was just a dream. I promise I’ll go get help. I’ll go see someone.”
Josh relaxed and gathered Sarah into his arms.
“Okay, baby. I’ll make sure we get you some help. But get dressed first. We’re going to buy you a gun.”
C HAPTER T EN
On the way to American Marksman they stopped at the hotel to get Josh’s paycheck. A white F-350 pickup truck cut them off as they drove up the ramp to the second-floor parking level and Josh had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting them. Josh leaned on the horn and the three rednecks in the car glared at him and the
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