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This is part two of the Jenny/Taylor side story. I think I’ll do a lot of these and try to work some bits of lore into them. As the tags should note, this part will include cnc (rape play). I’ve changed up the tag formatting to hopefully improve SEO. Part five should be main story content, so stay tuned for plot progression!
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Abigail milled around in the kitchen of the old house. Feeling blue, she looked out the window into the soft rain. She had felt down for almost a week by that point. The mood of the house was steadily decreasing, though Abby was unsure why. While watching the two inhabitants of the home, she noticed Jenny would cry alone quite a bit when James was away. The negativity in the air must have been coming from her, but Abby couldn’t figure out exactly why.
Abigail ventured to the lover’s bedroom to discover Jenny once again crying on the bed. Prior to that week, Abby would frequently find Jenny masturbating in her room in-between chores, but now she cried instead. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to stop her from compulsively getting herself off. The two women heard the front door open and close, the sign that James had arrived home from work. Jenny collected herself and hid the evidence that she’d been crying, then went to greet him.
“Hey Jenny, I didn’t interrupt you having fun did I?” Taylor said with a grin.
“No, I was just straightening up the bedroom,” she replied, hiding the sadness from her voice.
“Well, I’ve had a long day. Why don’t you say we make a mess out of that bedroom you were just cleaning?” he asked in his irresistibly masculine tone.
Jenny pushed out her sadness and put on her sexy, submissive tone. “Well I think I know just the way to get that stress of yours out. Why don’t we give it a try?”
Taylor flexed his hands. “Why that might be just what I need.”
To Abigail’s surprise, Taylor grabbed Jenny’s hair and dragged her up the stairs. She whined in pain at his sudden force. Once they reached their room, he pushed her towards the bed and she fell onto it.
Though it shocked her at first, Abby had come to love the sexual force that emanated from Taylor when he manhandled Jenny. She approached the bed, brazenly rubbing the front of her dress. Beneath her spectral gown, her pussy began to get wet.
Abigail watched from their bedside as Jenny tried to sit up. Taylor pushed her back down and held both her wrists against her soft chest with one hand. The pressure caused her tits to start to spill out of her pink spaghetti-strap top. She almost never wore bras at home, which left her supple breasts exposed. With his other hand, he yanked down her white, denim short-shorts and began groping the front of her black panties. She squirmed, but he held her wrists firmly.
“Ow, Taylor, you’re pressing too hard,” she said with a soft voice. Taylor pressed down harder, causing her to moan in pain and pleasure.
Abby had never seen Taylor be so rough; the masculine air was intoxicating. She lifted her dress over her head and it faded away leaving her white, lacey underwear exposed. She rubbed her clit through her panties and a wetness began to form on the front of them.
Taylor yanked Jenny’s panties and they ripped at the seam. Jenny cried out in pain as he pulled them down her leg. Jenny’s eyes watered from the sharp pain of the fabric digging into her skin. Her wet pussy was exposed. It was obvious the rough treatment was making her wet. Taylor rammed two fingers inside of her and she let out a loud moan. The wetness in Abby’s panties grew as he watched Taylor revenge Jenny’s pussy.
He released her arms and she tried to push him away.
“Stop, it’s too much,” she tried to get out through laboured breaths.
Taylor ignored her and forced another finger in.
“Ow, Taylor stop, it hurts. Stop!” she said getting louder and grabbing at his hand.
Taylor slapped Jenny across the face. She held her reddening cheek as Taylor continued to force his fingers inside her. A pained expression filled her face from his slap and the ongoing assault on her vagina. Abby leaned against the wall and pulled her panties down. She pushed two fingers inside herself, moaning as they slipped into her wet pussy. She moaned and grabbed at the wall as she pumped in and out of herself.
Taylor pulled his fingers out and dropped his black work pants. He removed his tie and undid his white button front shirt. As he did this, Jenny clinched her eyes closed and covered herself with her hands. Taylor climber onto the bed, placing himself above Jenny.
“I don’t want it anymore. It hurts,” she said in a small voice.
She covered her soaked pussy with her hands.
“Fuck her, fuck her,” mumbled Abigail. She was really into it.
Taylor hit her in the stomach, causing her hands to instinctively jerk up to the hit area. He used the opportunity to shove himself into her pussy. Jenny screamed and tried to push him off, but he held her arms down.
“Fuck yes!” Abigail moaned. Her hand made its way up under her bra and she massaged her breast.
Jenny continued to fight back as Taylor forced himself into her. Her screams mixed with her moans creating an erotic symphony. Taylor began to throb inside her; he was close. He pulled out and forced Jenny’s knees up to either side of her head. He rubbed his manhood against her ass.
“No, Taylor. Not my as. Don’t put it in my ass!” she begged him.
“You’ll take it and like it,” he grunted at her.
Abby watched as he forced himself into her ass. Jenny screamed, and Abby loved it. She’d never seen him put it in her ass before. Abigail ripped her bra over her head and flung it away. She clamped her fingers down on her nipple. The feeling made her moan louder.
The harder Taylor fucked her ass, the more Jenny protested. Her nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. She could feel his cock pulsing in her ass. Taylor grunted deep and low into her ear as he pounded her hard and shot his load deep in her ass. Jenny screamed from the abuse and squirted to the feeling of him pulsating in her ass. Abby couldn’t resist anymore. Her knees gave out and she slid down the wall to the floor. Her body convulsed in orgasm as she clenched her eyes shut, gripped her breast hard, and felt her lower half be covered in her wetness. Her hips kicked as the orgasm ripped through her body in waves. Her pussy dripped it’s fluid, but it dissipated into the air before touching the floor. Through the orgasmic haze, she heard Jenny begin to cry, then bawl uncontrollably.
Taylor pulled out of her. He had a feeling that he would go too far and hurt her.
“I’m sorry baby, I should have held myself back. I didn’t want to hurt you.” He held her until her sobs lessened.
Jenny pulled away. “I-it’s not that. I’ve been l-lying to you.” Taylor looked at her confusedly. “At the party I went to a week ago I… I,” she choked out through sobs. “I had sex with three guys there. We were all drinking and it… I…” She sobbed into her hands. Taylor pulled away. He slapped her across the face and left the room. Jenny sobbed into her hands for a long time. Whilst stripped naked, laying on the floor and covered in her own erotic fluids, Abigail’s vision blurred to black.
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“What are you doing?” Abigail heard from behind her. She shot her hands to her sides and turned away from the kitchen window towards the sound of the voice.
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What do you guys think about the cliff-hanger? Luckily, I can pump these short story segments out pretty quickly, so you don’t need to dread not knowing what happens next. That is, if you really even care. Reddit has weird text formatting, so I’m trying some new stuff. Hopefully it doesn’t backfire gloriously. See you in part five!
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