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06 Designation with a single hard, violent push urge drang drug. Münster in me. I had underestimated the length and scope of his limb: his acorny tough on my soft, sensitive cervix. I involuntarily cramped. Dr. Münster took no note from my pain. His hands clawed hard and hungry into my breasts and he began to take me relentlessly and without any feeling. One was the pain and violence that he was anta.
The other was the absolute feeling of fainting and being delivered. I would have wanted to cry with anger and humiliation, but in me everything remained speechless and dry. Like a steam ram, he chased his erection Again and again in my body. His pelvis pushed hard against my butt every time and his testicles struck on my buttocks like two swinging rattles on my buttocks. In addition, the animal moaning from his mouth that sounds like a mockery on my location and my suffering.
So far I had always believed that those who deal humanly with their fellow human beings do not have to fear suffering. I was wrong. The academic DR. Münster instructed me another. He shamelessly exploits my emergency and used me as an object of his sexual desires. His fingers were looking for mine Nipple and suddenly pressed them hard and unexpectedly violently together. I screamed out loudly with pain. This tormented scream from my mouth seemed to inspire his lust – the next bumps were of extreme brutality and hardness.
He seemed to pull it out of it, torturing me with his hard, insensitive link and to marts. I wished mine eagerly Brother over. He would have dr. Münster had a grip on the basis of its size and strength. But the mark was probably already in his bed and dreamed of me and my sensual lap, exactly the same lap, the dr. Münster now shallow with careful and intention. So far my vagina had been the place of care, love and passion.
Now every single cell has become a disturbed recipient of pain, fainting and the limitless feeling of being at the mercy of threw. I never had anything against passion and sexual greed. But deep inside I always felt that my partners appreciated me, took me true and looked after me. From all of this was at Dr. Not to feel and perceive Münster. He used my body that he injured my psyche and destroyed my self -esteem, he didn’t care.
Suddenly he drove out of me with a violent jerk. Before I had pruded myself, he grabbed me with both hands on my hips, turned me over and raised me up. With my body like a lifeless doll in his hands, he wiped a large part of his desk plate like a frenzied man. A noble fountain holder, a picture frame, probably with the family picture of his loved ones, a flower vase and a small sculpture fell rumbling on the floor.
Dr. Münster had long since lost his mastery. For him there was only his needs, his satisfaction and the current moment in which he has fully made it over me and my body. He put me on the cold, sterile desk plate, spread my thighs and penetrated hard and violently into me again. At the same time, his hands, which he had devoured behind my back, kept me upright. I had no chance to avoid him or at least to avert my face from him.
I could only hope that my martyrdom didn’t take too long. At some point the animal nature had to come to the climax in him and then let it let off from me. But nothing like that happened. Quite the opposite. Dr. Münster seemed to refuel in me and on me, to get new forces and energies. Every move of the human has long since given away his face. Power, unrestrained greed and selfish satisfaction of needs distort his trains.
It was as if he were mechanically crowded himself mechanically, with me as the victim of his fantasies of power. In between I was always afraid that a pelvic bone of me would add and break in inhumane violence. But everything stopped and screamed under the ruthless bumps. I was already considering whether I should reach for him and accelerate the end of my ordeal. But dr. Münster would certainly be wrong and interpreted in its sense.
What was the desperate emergency exit for me would be the approval and consent to me in the act of violence by me as a woman. I immediately rejected the idea. I didn’t even want to close my eyes. The visual and sensory impressions mixed with an open eyes to a cocktail of the horror. With the eyes closed, the sensory crevice fell away by seeing and the feedback of the sensitivity and feeling grew into an immeasurable and indefinite.
I took the whole thing to do as if it were coupled from me. A part in me was there, injured, raped, desired. Another part perceived the whole thing meticulously. The pictures that I sucked up in myself would still deal and follow me for years. How through an inner fog wall I heard that his moaning became even louder. It wouldn’t take long and my agony had ended.
In endless batches he came in me. My whole abdomen was flooded with his hated and unwanted sperm. Wherever I received the love and devotion of my lover, I was flooded with his damn juice. His breath roared, he clung to me like a small, overpowering bag to his Mother. How I hated and detested each of his touches. It would take hours to wash the impressions and impressions of my skin.
Finally his breath calmed down and he came back to himself. His eyes filled with human expression again and he looked at me in astonished and contemptuous. – make that you get out of here!Actually, his words should have hit me to the mark, but I had already dealt with my workload for today. Slowly I let myself down from the desk plate onto the floor. Mine Legs Gabennach, as if nothing solid, nothing stable in them were more.
If I hadn’t captured with both hands, I would be completely unprotected on the floor. Dr. Münster pulled the zipper on his pants and closed the belt buckle. – Didn’t you hear, you little bitch, you should disappear. Or you still don’t have enough?I registered every word, but I had no strength and self -esteem to react. I raised my skirt, my skirt, my panties bra and the blouse from the floor and from the sofa on.
Everything seemed so strange to me, so unreal. And dress under the eyes of this violent perpetrator. It was the sequel and last increase in physical and mental agony. I grazed my panties over the pool, closed it and put my blouse over. I held the bra in my hand. I feared, his sensual and erotic form would. Münstern only encourage a new attack.
-Next Thursday, at the same time!His sadistic grin pulled the house over my bone. – You will first take care of your debilic brother, then you come to me!He had turned away from me and picked up the objects that he had pushed off his desk plate in the intoxication of his greed. – Did you understand?And as I understood. Every word broke in me countless times and came back as an echo until everything sounded in me and swung to a staccato of the horror.
– You appear in a light coat, underneath you are completely naked except for a bust and suspenders!- And put on clever shoes, this shoe store that you are wearing today can be forgotten. I was released. Somehow I was waiting for something inside, somehow the whole thing wasn’t closed yet. At the same time, I knew that this story would probably never be closed again …
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