(Similarities with movies/video games are purely by accident and not intended)
W woke up. Her head was dizzy, her sight blurred. She couldn’t remember, what had happened after she went with this new guy to a private room in the Afterdeath, her favorite nightclub.
A few steps away, she saw a naked woman. Wearing a collar around her neck. With its metal ring, it was anchored to the bed, she was kneeling on. This put her face on the bed, preventing her to get up. Her wrists were cuffed to her ankles and a spreader bar kept her feet apart. Her ass high in the air and completely unable to move, she lay there.
W’s vision slowly got better. She noticed, that the woman’s hair color was a similar green to what she’d been using lately. On the back of her head, she could see
the tell-tale band of a ball gag, she had obviously been made to wear.
W felt strange, detached, nauseous – something was very wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Was she experiencing a Minddance? No, impossible – the quality was impeccable.”, she thought.
Why hadn’t she been able to say this out loud? In the mist of her mind, she tried to concentrate. She *couldn’t* say it out loud, she wore a ball gag, too. Exploring with her tongue, she confirmed – but it felt so off. Somewhat distant. Trying to remove the thing, she noticed, that she had no control over her body. She could certainly feel her arms and legs, her hands, but she couldn’t move them.
Her vision got slowly better. Now she could see details of the tatoo on the woman lower back. She tried harder to focus…
A rush of panic took hold of her heart. With a sudden clarity she knew, what she had not been able to understand in her shaken state before: the woman on the bed was her. She looked at herself. And what a predicament she was in!
Her toughts whirrled. Somebody must have meddled with her deck. They’d disabled her visual cortex and had connected it to a camera. They had disabled her motoric controls. But why. “In Night Town, the creeps don’t need a ‘why’ – it’s often enough, that they simply can.”, she mused.
The camera moved. A nauseating feeling. It took her a while to understand, that this was not a camera, but another person’s body! These fuckers had connected her visual cortex to the implanted eyes of another person. And they were with her in the room. And they had started to move around!
Her alter ego moved to a table and hit a button on a complicated console. Her vision blurred for a second, her mind jumped, then she was taken aback even more: suddenly she felt a deep, primal anger. She felt hate. A need for violence, a hunger for pain. She was utterly shocked.
She caught a glimpse of the person’s arms. It was a man. Strong but not the pimped strong type. He walked over to the woman on the bed – to her. The second he touched a butt cheek, W’s world was torn to shreds:
She could feel her ass being touched. But she also felt what he felt, touching it!
If she had had contol over her body, she’d have puked by now. This was so surreal, so nauseating! This sick piece of shit had linked their low level protocols: they were both feeling everything both experienced!
He used thumb and pointing finger of one hand to pry her butt cheeks apart. Then he placed the other hand’s middle finger on her anus. Again, feeling his horniness when doing it along with her fear feeling it happen to her, was most sickening. She hadn’t any time to follow this train of thought, because another train was being pushed in her heavily resistimg butthole – or at least, it felt like it, as he had forgotten to lube. “No”, she suddenly knew: “he hadn’t forgotten…”
The pain exploded in her lower body and at the same time, she felt as if someone was giving her the most intense pleasure. The satisfaction she felt with inflicting so much pain with so little effort was frightening to the bone.
The guy pushed his finger further in, until his hand was flat against her cheeks. Excruciating pain alternated with glowing hot feelings of pure bliss; she couldn’t help it, but her pussy got wet. Pondering the thought, she new, her attacker would feel this, too.
He pulled out, but didn’t give her a pause. She saw him/herself, putting down the pants and flipping out an 8″ monster of a cock. He also pulled a can of Hard-On spray out of his bag. He sprayed his dick thoroughy with it. “Son of a bitch!”, she thought, “That much Hard-On will desensiblilize his cock a lot. It will take him forever to come!”
Then he got to it. The glans of the big, fat cock was placed on her backdoor entrance and pushed in with force against her resistance. She stood no chance: With a ripping feeling, the glans widened her ring to let it in. Pain shot up her spine. But he didn’t stop. In one semi-slow movement he pushed the whole 8 inches up her tunnel, tremendously enjoying her pain along with his sick pleasure.
Then he started pounding her. Out to the glans, full in again, repeat. Some precum eased her ordeal a little bit. After half and hour of uninterrupted pounding, her ring and tunnel were so raw, they felt as if they were glowing. The mind-wrecking mixture of divine pleasure and excruciating pain had taken its toll. Her mind was dizzy, and fogged out, occasionally.
She had come several times, under her pussy a puddle of her honey.
Then, after what had felt like an eternity, he finally finshed: he cramped, pushed his monster in to the max and filled her ass with unbelievable amounts if his cum – it felt like she was receiving an enema.
Then, she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. “No, not my head – I can see it, it’s ok. It must have been HIS head. When her vision slowly faded to black, the foreign feelings also faded, leaving her only with the pain.
“Oh my god, W!”, she heard her ripper’s familiar voice, “was has this fucker done to you? Stay calm, I find out and fix you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11c7e2p/jacks_shorts_night_town_atrocity