Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Chapter 9 - Aftermath
I awoke the next morning, an uncomfortable pressure on my bladder - more than usual. I felt sore all over, my body cramped and stiff. At first, I wasn't sure where I was, and it took a long time to become awake enough to take stock of my situation. I reached down to massage my groin, which felt uncomfortable. There was a growing sense of discomfort, and then pain.
A mad
whoosh
of awareness swept over me, and I tried to sit up in order to better look at the lower half of my body. Unfortunately, when my stomach muscles contracted to allow me to do so, they were blocked by an intruder. Another sharp pain erupted from my midsection. Unable to cope, I flew back down on the bed, eyes wide staring at the ceiling as I tried to ride through the agony.
My hand finally found the embedded dildo emerging from my cunt. To my utter amazement, there was remarkably little remaining outside my body. I hadn't quite taken it all, but it was damn close enough to scare me.
I tried pulling on the dildo and instantly regretted it. Unlike the previous night, I wasn't lubricated at all, and it felt stuck. Even slight tugs felt like it was going to pull my insides straight out of my body. I couldn't quite get the grip or the leverage that I needed lying flat on my back, so I tried to sit up again more slowly.
It was no good. I felt the pain almost immediately and had to take almost a full minute to catch my breath. I began to wonder if I was in serious trouble, and whether I should call for help. My heart pounded as I ran through the scenarios in my head.
Dad! Can you come in here for a minute? I need your help!
What's wrong, Shannon?
Oh, nothing much, I just have your dick stuck in my vagina. I should have known you would be too big for me.
Ha ha, oh, Shannon, you are such a goof.
Well, you know me, Dad. Anything for a laugh.
Well, let's get you to the hospital so that they can take that out of you.
The hospital?
Of course. They see this kind of thing all the time.
They do?
Well, you may be the first one they've seen with your
father's
cock-based toy stuffed up your chimney, but once it's done, everyone will have a good laugh. We may even get to put it in this year's Christmas update!
I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes as Team Morality decided it was a good time for an "I told you so" play.
You are such a slut,
TM told me.
Look at you now. Sleeping with your father's girlfriend, and now lying on the bed with his cock in your cunt, unable to move. This is your punishment; you deserve this.
I had only been awake for a couple of minutes, and wasn't much of a morning person to begin with. I felt ridiculous, impaled by a silicone dong and unable to move. It really did feel like I deserved my fate.
I've never been able to cope with emotions like this, and was one of the reasons why I had always been very shy and never took risks or chances. Because
this
kind of thing could happen. Well, I would never have actually guessed or anticipated
exactly
this, but all the more reason why I tended to like to play it safe.
Without thinking, I managed to roll onto my side and started to pull up my legs into a fetal position. To my surprise, that seemed to work. The dildo began to push downward, and I could reach behind me and get a better grip on it. I suddenly had a moment of hope that I wouldn't have to go to the hospital after all, or even better, call for help from my father.
The difference between being turned on and not being turned on was like the difference between skating on ice and skating on sandpaper. Unable to help myself, I tried to intellectualize myself out of the situation. After all, I got it
in
, why was it so difficult to get it
out
? My body seemed like it couldn't make up its mind. I wanted to get rid of it, but the muscles in my womb and stomach didn't seem to want to relax enough to let it go. Worse, my vaginal walls were so dry it felt like last night's lubrication had turned into cement.
I began to wonder if there had been some sort of vacuum created inside of me, preventing it from loosening. I began to have mental images of pulling it out, along with all my intestines and organs and everything I never paid attention to in anatomy class. I tried slight movements, trying to get a little farther each time, but this wasn't going to be easy.
Well, at least Simone couldn't take as much as you did
, Team Shutupandfuckme said, snarkily.
She probably got stuck a lot sooner
.
I couldn't help it. I rolled my eyes at my own crazy thoughts. Why the hell would I be thinking of Simone at this very moment? And yet, I couldn't help the visual from stepping up, front and center.
In my mind's eye, I imagined Simone in some upper-class bedroom with frilly pink things and perfectly set up thanks to the imaginary live-in maid, trying to shove the fake cock into her pussy. Bound and determined to fuck it, she kept aiming at her hole, tongue slipped between her lips at the corner of her mouth like some deranged, obsessed cartoon. Despite my own situation, I found myself smiling at the image.
The images flipped by like a montage, imaginary-Simone trying every day to stuff her cunt, only to be stymied. Each time she would try, she was determined to get it in further. She couldn't do it, even with all her stupid, perfect curves and her stupid, perfect breasts (as if they had any say in the matter), her frustration mounting each time. I imagined her finally getting the head in, a cheer of triumph on her lips, but the recognition that she would never be able to take it all in.
I'd never seen Simone naked. I always avoided being trapped in the school shower with her and her minions, but my mind was able to transpose the doppelgänger girl in the video with Simone, not that it mattered very much. I couldn't get a good, clear image of Simone naked in my head, but this fantasy was all about the idea of her, anyway.
I imagined her pulling on the cock, almost trying to rip herself in two, and failing. I pictured her trying to "own" me by fucking herself with the dildo, only to be blocked by her own body. Her mad, deranged desire to hate me so much - for whatever reason - had poisoned her brain. This was about as much about humiliating me as it was satisfying her pride. As her frustration mounted, my joy at her predicament did as well. As imaginary-Simone floundered on the bed, desperate for some release, I felt an increasing desire to keep the fantasy going.
With a start, I realized that the pain wasn't there anymore. In fact, it hadn't been there for a while. My fingers from one hand were playing with my clit, while the other was fucking myself with the dildo in small, quick movements. I had begun to grow wetter, and now the dildo moved back and forth with greater fluidity (yes, pun intended again). I was pretty sure that I could remove it now.
Don't you dare!
Team Shutupandfuckme screamed in my head. Team Morality simply threw its metaphorical hands into the air and gave up.
My hatred for Simone began to turn the fantasy into something darker, more terrible. Hands and arms that were attached to no bodies reached for her and held her down. One hand covered her mouth, her eyes widening with shock and comprehension. Another hand reached for the dildo, others pinned her arms and legs to her gorgeous four-poster bed in her pristine, girly-girly, immaculate everything-a-rich-bitch-could-ever-want bedroom.
Here, let us help you
, a voice said to imaginary-Simone, an impossible dark voice that was neither male nor female. The hand holding the cock twisted it like a door knob, rotating the head inside of her cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
The disembodied voice scoffed.
So you want to torment Shannon, but you can't even take it yourself
.
Simone made noises through the hand, but they were unintelligible. The cock turned back the other way. Her eyes rolled up into her head, which fell back onto the pillow. Her muffled words dying in an agonizing moan.
Look at you,
the voice said.
Pathetic. Trying to be the Queen Bitch, and you can't even take more than this.
The head was at its apex at her pussy lips, creating the farthest possible spread of her body. It glistened with her wetness. She tried to move her hips, and I imagined that she was trying to take more of it in but couldn't.
The hand pushed the dildo a little, and she screamed into the hand in pain, then whimpered in frustration. She wanted more, but just couldn't take it.
Oh, too bad
, the voice mocked.
The little Queen Bitch is more of a court Jester.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
The cock seemed to twist a little, and the hand moved it just a little in and out of her hole, but never quite allowing it to sink inside. It seemed to promise satisfaction of being fucked and completely entered, but then it denied that relief. Simone's perfect body writhed on the bed, held down by all of those ghostly, powerful hands and arms. She wasn't struggling to get free now, only just trying to get some sort of relief. She was being kept on a knife's edge, but not allowed to feel the cut.
Even so, her body was reacting to it. Her breathing was erratic, long slow breaths followed by very short and quick gasps. She was getting close, even if she couldn't get the flare of the cock past the point of no return. It was building, growing.
So desperate
, the voice said, disgusted. Tears streamed down her face, but I couldn't tell if it was because of desperation or humiliation. Or both.
You are getting closer and closer, and you just can't come, can you?
Imaginary-Simone shook her head violently. She
wanted
to come,
needed
to do so. She was raising her hips to meet the hand with the dildo, but couldn't quite get it to go inside. She wanted to fuck so badly that it was driving her insane.
A red flush began to cover her body, and her eyes opened wide. She was feeling the onslaught of an orgasm, the mad tidal wave rush of pleasure cresting over that final hurdle, about to wash over her in a flood of ecstasy. She was ready for it, and prepared herself to let it happen to her.
Pathetic
, the voice said, dismissive. In an instant, all hands disappeared and Simone was left clinging to the anticipation of an orgasm that was ripped from her just before crossing the finish line.
You'll never be a
real