"Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention. I was sucking on the little girl's swollen titties, while my little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, so it'd be ready when our daughter was. "Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12 year old girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell that the child was getting aroused. "Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?" The little girl's voice was getting ragged, as I started licking my way down her smooth little tummy. This attracted my attention. I stopped licking the little girl's navel, and used my hands to stimulate her, while I answered. "Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old! Give the little girl a chance. I didn't rape you, until you were over 6 years old, you know. Even then, I was a little bit early. You didn't get pregnant, until you were 7, and didn't keep one, until you were 8. Even your sister. . ." I was interrupted by Diane, as she told her own story. "Daddy raped me for the first time, when I was 5," she said proudly. At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK. 5 and a half. But I got pregnant with Jason, when I was only 6." She looked over at me, and amended, "OK, almost 7. And Daddy raped Ginny, for the first time, just last year. I think our daughter's already pregnant. Anyway, she's already starting to like it. Even she's only 6." Diane shifted her swollen belly, to a more comfortable position, as she continued, "So what makes you think Suzy needs it?" "She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got ready to mount the little girl. "So?" I asked. "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did, do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant? What's so different if I did?" "The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back, to take my engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't? When Jason was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her virginity. She lost that 2 years ago, when Jason did his first rape-training session. You remember? Suzy was the only one small enough, and who still had her virginity then. Of course, there's Keri, and Tracy now." "Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words. "You think she's already having periods?" Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment. "Unh! unnngh! Augghh. Oh Daddy! Daddy. Fuck me! Get me pregnant, Daddy. I want another baby. Please Daddy! Knock me up?" The whole family was getting exited, watching me get ready to impregnate my second-oldest daughter. "Do it Daddy," they all chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen." I couldn't help it. In spite of wanting it to last, so my daughter could feel me inside her for a nice long time, the stimulation of my daughter's 12 year old cunny squeezing on my penis was too much. I gave my little girl what she wanted. A belly full of baby-juice. Squirt after squirt of my sperm went into my daughter's fertile young womb. We had planned this carefully, and if we were careful, the little girl would be pregnant again by tomorrow, leaving me free to take care of my other duties.
Damn! I'd have to take care of Suzy too. If the little girl was having periods already, I'd have to be sure she got fucked properly, at least once a month, until she got pregnant. Oh well, along with the pleasures of the job, come a few harsh duties. I extracted my shining penis from Karen's belly. My sister came over, and handed our daughter a round rubber disk to use to hold my sperm inside her. Carefully, not wasting a drop, they made sure that every bit of the sperm I had expended in her, stayed inside. When they were finished, Karen looked over at me. "Thanks Daddy," she said, "I hope I'm pregnant now." I agreed. It was so much trouble, when you were working to make sure. Rarely these days, did either of us have the time or energy to just fuck for the fun of it any more. I gave my daughter a kiss, as I left. Already, I was trying to figure a way to fit raping little Suzy into my schedule. I knew, that somehow I'd make it fit. As I said, with the pleasures, came the duties. I knew that SOME men didn't see raping their little girls as a chore, in fact, I'd heard some of them say they liked the sound of children screaming in pain underneath them. To me, they were unfeeling clods. It might be necessary, but that doesn't mean we should like it. I finally decided that I'd have to do it tonight. If the little girl had been having periods already. . . I shuddered at the possibilities, if I didn't get my daughter inseminated properly, and in time. I checked my schedule again. No, I couldn't do it earlier. I called Karen back, and told her to have Suzy ready at 8:00 that night. To act like it was just another "tie-down" practice for the little girl, and for heaven's sake, don't give her anything special tonight, as she might get suspicious, like my sister Kelly had. I shuddered at the reminder. My sister Kelly had been almost 8, when she had her first period. She thought she knew all the reason's for the "tie-downs," as she'd watched her two little sisters get raped once a month, for over a year. She wasn't old enough to be told the true reason yet. When Momma made that pumpkin pie, on a "tie-down" night, Kelly figured that it was for her, and she hid. The precocious girl managed somehow to stay hidden for 10 days, and by then it was too late. Daddy tried to do his best. He fucked my little sister for three straight nights, but it didn't do any good. I'll never forget Kelly. She only lived two more weeks, and it wasn't nice. I can still hear her screams. What's especially bad, is that painkillers don't help. The doctors tried everything, but knew in advance, that it wouldn't help. Only if she'd been one of those lucky enough to be living her whole life, in the sealed cities, would she have had a chance. Even there, I hear they occasionally have a case. Out here, the chances are 100 per cent. I shuddered again. That wouldn't happen to Suzy. Even if I accidentally killed the little girl, it would be better than what happened to Kelly. Long ago, I'd made up my mind, that I would personally choke my daughter to death, rather than see her face what my sister Kelly did. I let another shudder go through my frame, as I went to work. When I told the boss, that I had to rape my daughter that night, for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour earlier. I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though, as that might tip the little girl off. I didn't want any repeats, of what happened to my little sister. I went over to my sister's grave, and threw some flowers down on it from the bridge. They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing protective gear.
That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy, no more, and no less, than I usually did. It was a strain, not reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to. Just before bedtime, Suzy came over, gave ME a hug, a kiss, and whispered in my ear, "It's OK, Daddy. Really!" and trotted off, to be tied down. My jaw dropped. Suzy knew! Somehow the little girl knew. And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting. Tears ran down my cheeks, as I thought of my love for the little girl. Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I wouldn't stint on her tonight. Suzy would get it all, even if she was only 4 years old. I remembered Jake next door, who had killed himself, after his little girl had died on her first night. Shelly had been only 5, and it had been too much. His brother had to take over the duties for the family, until Jake's son was 14. That had been 10 years of extra duty for him. I wouldn't do that to MY brother. If my little girl died tonight, too torn up, then I would die too, but only inside. I'd keep working, but I'd only be a husk. Too many people depended on me, for me to take my own life. For the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV, but the news made it hard to forget. Especially, when the commentator mentioned how the lone survivor of the Hass riots was expected to take her own life next month, as soon as her baby was born. Everyone knew that in spite of all the medical knowledge at her disposal, there was nothing anyone could do to save her, now that her last male cousin had died. The nano-engineers were still years away from a solution to the plague. Finally, it was time. At 20:00, I knew I had put it off long enough. I heaved myself out of my chair, and headed down to pick up the pill, that would enable me to do the job that I had to do. I knew that without the bio-engineered helper-pills, I wouldn't even be able to have an erection at the thought of what my little girl would go through, let alone be able to rape her properly. Karen was waiting for me by the door to the "safe" room. She already had my pill, and a glass of milk to wash it down with, in her hand. "Thanks dear," I said, as I picked up the yellow and gold pill, and gave her a kiss. This might be the last kiss I ever had, without guilt overpowering me. Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in my hand. "A FIVE?" I asked. "My God Karen. She's only 4 years old! I only needed a three, for YOU!" I was almost crying. Karen was crying. After all, the little girl was HER daughter too. Still she nodded, before replying. "You love her too much," she said. "If you go in there and can't get it up. . ." I gave up. My daughter knew me too well. The thought of what would happen, if I failed, was too terrible. Not only Suzy would die, but I would too. And along with me, any female relatives that my brother couldn't fit into his already overworked schedule. Ever since our father got killed in the big fire, too far gone for even the plague-bots to save, Brian and I hadn't had a decent vacation for three years. At least, we had managed to save all of our immediate family, only losing one cousin to the plague. We might have been able to save even her, if we had known Daddy was going to die in time. I shuddered, and took the pill from her hand. "Remember, don't take it, until the door is shut," she reminded me. I shuddered again, at the reminder of what might happen if I did. I didn't want to rape the wrong woman (girl). Not that Karen would object if I took her, but if Suzy didn't get what she needed pretty soon. . . I nodded.
"Make sure the room is sealed," I said. This time it was Karen's turn to nod. We all knew the drill. We'd soon be dead, if we forgot. I entered the "safe" room. Unusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe. The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old safe, as a "safe" room. Funny isn't it? One thing for sure, I'd never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK. Not with three-inch thick steel walls. We didn't even need soundproofing like most "safe" rooms, as the thickness of the walls precluded the need. I felt the pressure change, as Karen shut the door, and the life-support system took over. There was a final-sounding "thoom," as the big door sealed. I knew there would be no exit now, for three hours. By which time, either everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be dead. It was a sobering thought. I looked over at the little girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack. Only four years old. She hadn't even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet. The crying shame, was that she was so precocious in so many ways. She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be precocious in this manner also? I took what might be my last sane, loving look at my little daughter, sleeping quietly in her restraints. The blackout hood absorbed every trace of light, so as far as Suzy knew, the room was in complete darkness. She had obviously been sleeping for some time. I let my looks linger over her small body one last time. How could a man get excited at this? Smooth boyish hips. Not even bumps on her little chest. Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS precocious. Her tiny little slit wasn't even tempting. She looked almost sexless. I knew, that in a short while, my viewpoint would change drastically. I wanted to go over and kiss the little girl one last time, and reassure her, but I didn't dare. Time to go. I popped the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with milk. Then I stood, and waited. I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its way down my throat. The new fast-acting pills made it easier to take. I shuddered for one last time. A Five! Suddenly, I remembered. I had better hurry, before it was too late. I barely managed to strip my clothes off, tossing the last sock into the bin, when the pill (or the nano-factory actually) hit me. Suddenly, I was no longer scared. I was a MAN, and I knew what needed doing, and I was going to DO it. I looked over at the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure. GOOD! She couldn't move, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt by flying fists, or raking nails. (The thought, that it would be harder to hurt HER, if she couldn't be bent out of shape, didn't occur to me.) I went over, and sniffed at the child's crack. The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was what I needed. I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the desert would go for ice-cream. The pheromones emanating from the little-girl body almost drove me insane. (Of course, I WAS technically insane at that moment anyway.) It was definitely the "right-time-of-month" for the little-girl/woman. (Somewhere in the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.) I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the little girl's slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet juices, before I lost control. My slobbering must have woken Suzy up. "Daddy?" she asked, hesitantly. Thank God for the pill. I was unable to answer intelligently. I let out a loud, "Grraauuugh!" My arousal had reached a point, where I HAD to do something. I grabbed my engorged penis, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little hole that I had been slobbering over. It wouldn't go.
My drugged body couldn't believe it. I tried again, pushing harder. Surprisingly, the little girl didn't resist, and actually pushed back! It still wouldn't go. I don't know what would have happened, if Suzy hadn't spoken up, not in pain, or fear, but sensibly. "Lube," she said. Even my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this. In my neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all lubricated BEFORE I took the pill. Luckily, the tube was right to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my cock, and barely as an afterthought, on the little girl as well. This time, when I pushed, my cock started in. I looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-girl body. Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you subtracted a foot and a half for her legs. . . My cock was going to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt proud, that I had such a big cock. The contrast was something. "Aghh!" gasped Suzy, when my cock first entered her. Then gasps and whimpers as I went deeper. Next a loud, "Ow!" as I broke through the remnants of her hymen. Her cousin had been too small to complete the job. I pushed in still deeper, until over four inches had penetrated the child's body, and I was at the end of her vagina. By this time, Suzy was crying steadily. I could see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her vagina, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside. I was proud of myself. Not many men could tear a girl, just by sticking his cock inside her. I couldn't wait, until I got it all the way inside! This goaty thought, was enough to make me climax for the first time. My overexcited cock began spewing baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl's vagina. Knowing that she could get pregnant was an extra thrill. I imagined the little girl's belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even harder trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl's tiny belly. As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little girl's vagina squeezing on the end of my cock made me want more. I needed more! I pushed more of my cock into my daughter's tiny little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy screamed! Ahhh! It felt soo good! Another 3 inches of my cock slid into the tight sleeve. By now, it was clear up inside the little girl's womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her. I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in. Suzy screamed again. Boy that felt good! Out, and In again. More screaming from Suzy, as my cock went even farther inside. By now, 2/3 of my cock was buried in the little girl's belly. The screaming intensified, as I pushed in even harder. I was going to plant the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as I could. Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore a little each time I pushed forward. The little girl's screams were becoming associated in my mind, with the pleasure I was getting from the little girl's body sliding down my cock. I had to get the rest in! Grabbing the little girl's hips, I pushed forward with all my might, as I pushed my cock up into the little girl, like a man coring a pineapple. There was a final tearing sensation, and all but the last two inches of my cock slid up inside my tiny little daughter's torn belly. I could feel the little girl's liver move out of the way, as the tip of my cock forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating her chest cavity from her stomach. I could feel the little girl's heart beating wildly against the head of my penis, as I forced the last two inches up into and THROUGH her diaphragm!
Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much. I was somewhat disappointed, when the screaming stopped, as I had begun to associate it with the pleasure. However, the feeling of the little girl's heart beating against the tip of my penis, while her lungs massaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure that I felt it was a fair exchange. I began spewing still another load of sperm inside the little girl. Only this time, it squirted against the little girl's heart and lungs, from the inside. I worked my cock in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of the little girl's bare pussy rubbing against the base of my cock while her whole body massaged the length of it, like a sock drawn on over my foot. After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me with the same pleasure. It had felt so much better, (and tighter) when the little girl had been screaming, and fighting back. I still needed more release! Three times now, I had ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl's body, but I needed at least two more. Hurriedly, I withdrew from the child's vagina, and forced my swollen member up the child's defenseless anus. Suzy would have screamed again, I'm sure, if she had still been conscious, as my 11-inch cock slid up into her poor little rectum. The lubrication of my sperm, and her blood made it go in easily, and it wasn't until the last three inches went inside her, that I tore open her intestines, and forced my penis the rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the same hole as before in her chest cavity. Pulling the little girl's body on and off my engorged cock, I jacked off inside her, enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured my self in her. This was great. This was what a man was FOR! I ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside the little girl's torn body. After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall. I needed MORE stimulation! Removing my penis from her ravaged behind; I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried to insert my blood, sperm and shit-covered cock into the child's mouth. It wouldn't go, more than an inch, before slamming against the back of her mouth. I was frantic now. I had to get inside her! Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood, and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing. They weren't designed to stand up a 200 pound man's frantic yanking though. Intentionally so; as I would have mashed her head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the straps. Yanking at the girl's head, I bent it backwards, and forced my cock down her throat. It STILL wouldn't go far enough. Yanking even harder, I bent the child's head backwards even farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely hearing the sickening "snap" of her neck. The shudders of the girl's lower body suddenly ceased. I didn't notice. I finally had managed to push my swollen penis down the little girl's throat. Her gasps for air, stimulated my cock to new heights. God it felt good! Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my cock down her throat, into her windpipe! This was wonderful! The girl's body began thrashing, as the air was cut off. The suction on my penis was incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air. I began spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl's lungs, as her body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still. For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last sticky drops of cum flow from the end of my penis, coating the inside of the little girl's now quiet lungs. Finally, satisfied, I withdrew. I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before. I had proved my maleness on this insignificant female form. I was magnificent. I was a MAN! I was. . . . I was. . . . I was a man who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old daughter.
I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of my little girl. Blood, Shit, and sperm were everywhere, somehow accentuating the innocence of the tiny body. Now that the pill's effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove the child's restraints. I did this, and then picked up the rag-doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew that too much time had passed to help her now. I wondered just how I was going to explain that, to Karen. Carefully, I wiped the little girl's face clean, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that dripped out. My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint, "beep". It couldn't be! I had strangled the little girl with my cock for over 10 minutes. I knew it! Still, hoping against hope, I looked over at the monitor. "Beep." One minute and 20 seconds. One minute and 22 seconds. 23. 24. 25. "Beep." A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-water. The time-dilation. I had forgotten the time-dilation! Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a period of months took control of my body like a robot. "First check for arterial bleeding. If necessary tie off the artery with whatever comes handy. Just don't tie it around the victim's neck! (Ha ha.)" Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all other measures. I ignored the broken neck, that made the little girl's head flop like a dead chicken. No sign of the heavy flow that a broken artery would have produced. "Beep," went the monitor. One minute 35 seconds. "Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest." I shivered, as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little girl's body earlier. Still, I didn't think I had damaged her lungs. "Beep." One minute 50 seconds. "Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any fluid from the victim's lungs." I shuddered, as I remembered just how much thick sticky cum I had ejaculated inside the child's lungs. My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on her back. I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously broken arm, as I did so. Only a small amount of drool, and cum dripped out. "Beep." Two minutes 10 seconds. "Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask clipped to the side of the tie-down table." Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to administer to a child of Suzy's size. I mentally thanked Karen for doing her job. Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of oxygen in the little girl's lungs, making sure the chest rose. Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I fell into a rhythm. As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the other. "Beep." Two minutes 40 seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage occurs. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Using my free left hand, I placed the patches in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I got the last patch attached, and hit the "RUN" button on the heart-monitor. "BLAAAAAT!" Hastily, I removed my hands for my daughter's body, while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working. "Bee..." 0 minutes 0 seconds. From the monitor. Blip, Blip, blip-blip, blip, blip, blip. My daughter's heart was beating again.
I was crying again; and not in the least bit ashamed, as I watched my daughter come back to life. Already, the plague-bots were doing their intended job, and repairing the terrible damage that I had inflicted on her. As I watched, the tears in the skin around her vagina slowly closed, and the skin knit back together. I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed; as the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me. Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a close relative's sperm and male-system 'bots, close to the injury, could a child as young as Suzy's immune system be overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the plague. Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system. The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm, or disease, were astounding. The drawbacks were just as bad. A second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses already heaped upon his roasting soul. This time it was for his stupidity, at missing the bug in the 'bots program that was supposed to ensure fidelity. I managed to remember to hold Suzy's neck straight, while the repair work went on, so we wouldn't have to break it again later. After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping, and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger, so I laid her back on the tie-down rack, and after placing new covers on it, I put back the restraints. Hopefully, she would think it was all just a bad dream, when she awoke. I watched with a heart filled with love, as the little girl's chest rose and fell repeatedly. It would never be this bad again. Next month, unless we were lucky and she got pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have to fuck her normally. (Of course, even this would be painful for such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her vagina would have shrunk back to its little-girl size. Even her virginity would have been repaired.) I thumbed the intercom, and heard my daughter's quiet sobs. I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn't heard from me. Thankfully, I had good news. "Karen," I said, barely able to get the words out through my suddenly wish constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, "we both made it." I then started weeping uncontrollably, as my thumb dropped from the button.
This is a very embarrassing confession actually but I'm going to come out of the closet today may.21.2005 what i have to say is weird...i have this strange turtle fetish...i get very aroused when i see small turtles i just get so turned on i just want to put the turtles down my pants and let there oh so smooth shell rub my penis...I'm not just just horny when i see small turtles it's much more then that i had a dream of doing kinky things with turtles...the dream went like this...it started off in a chamber of some sort and there they were 15 small turtles chained up to the wall they were wearing name tags that were ever so sexy like "daddy" and "bitch" ect. and there i was wearing a leather suit with a whip and i was whiping the turtles and they were making these little snapping sounds i don't know where it came from but i was very aroused by the end of the dream me and the 15 small turtles were in bed and some were on the pillow and some were down there..rubbing my penis...I'm glad I've got that off my back.- Jack Tyler
My Immortal - The Story of Brainwashing- With Commentary!
So I know a lot of unfortunate people have read this horrible fanfiction (some possibly against their will). I also know that many have been commenting on the terribleness of it and I thought I would give it a go because let's face it, who hasn't laughed or gone WTF while reading this.
For those of you who haven't had the exciting pleasure of reading this, "My Immortal" is considered as the worst fanfiction of all time. It was first published on on March 3rd, 2006, written by XXXbloodyrists666XXX, aka Tara Gilesbie. Tara's account was hacked and in 2008 with over 10,000 reviews. However 's moderators deleted the story for not being up to their standards by that time, but it had already gained "fans" aka people like me who laugh or want to facepalm every chance they read it. Basically it was removed for being severely suckish. Many people think that Tara is a troll, those who don't think she's just an illiterate hormonal adolescent girl who needs serious counseling and help in her english class. The world may never know which one it is.
* I am not responsible for your hangover or the hospital bill if you play the drinking game while reading this.
Chapter 1.
AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) (no I do not get it Tara, please elaborate! How does saying 'fangz' make you 'goffic'? Ugh, here we go. Be ready to read one of those puns every chapter.) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) (too late, lesbianism is already in my head. BTW there is nothing ewish about being lesbian/bisexual/gay. Way to offend!) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! (as you can clearly see, Raven didn't do a very good job with the helping aspect of the story.) Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! (Justin Bieber is the love of your depressing life? That could explain a lot.) MCR ROX! (according to the reliable source of wikipedia: rox is an album by the California punk band Supernova, a television series, and a London based singer. MCR aka My Chemical Romance which is an example of a wannabe punk band- was not included in any of the above.)
Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (and I'm an alcoholic. Or atleast this entire story would make much more sense if you were. But that is a very VERY long screwed name you got yourself there, dementia=brain disorder. Lovely.) and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) (children are born without hair so that made less than no sense. Plus ebony is black.) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears (limpid tears? Alrighty then.) and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). (There are quite a few reasons for people to "get da hell out of here," Amy Lee not being one of them. Saving your brain cells tops the list.) I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. (yes, because people are always so kind and accepting towards incest.)I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. (as opposed to purple and triangular. Actually vampires have these things called "fangs"which you completely misspelled and misused in your authors note before the story.) I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, (So you are an incest vampire witch? You cannot be both a vampire and a witch Ebony, that goes against everything in the mythological world!)and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England (No. Hogwarts is in Scotland.) (where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). (For some reason, I have strong doubts that this character is seventeen.) I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) (Yes, we could tell.) and I wear mostly black. (OMG! Goths wear black! I would have never guessed!) I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. (Despite the fact that there are no Hot Topic's in England that I am aware of.) For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets (that's not a gotchic color!) and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. (so basically you looked like a total whore? Got it.) I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. (Snowing AND raining? That's called sleet or hail. I know Hogwarts is a magical place but I think that is just a tiny bit ridiculous.)A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. (as you will learn this is her solution to everything.)
"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy! (No freaking way! By the way what is up with the random ellipses?)
"What's up Draco?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said shyly. (Shyly? Draco Malfoy and shyly should not be in the same sentence together.)
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away. (No, you chose to go away. Your friends do not control your actions.)
^ Ohhh the suspense is killing me.
AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz! (It is the epitome of awesomeness Tara. Absolutely brilliant.)
This concludes the first chapter of my commentary for "My Immortal." It's my first time ever publishing on this website so let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! =)
Here we go, onward to the second chapter of this story... if you can even call it that! Begin!
AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! ("da chapta." Seriously? If she helped you I would hate to see what it looked like before, it might actually kill me.) BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok! (I have a feeling that Tara is actually a prep trying to come across as gothic on the Internet.)
(Tara likes to divide 'da chaptas' like 'dis.'
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. (as opposed to waking up in an alligator's mouth which we would all enjoy.)It was snowing and raining again.(No wonder there are no weathermen at Hogwarts, this weather system is whack and impossible!) I opened the door of my coffin (haha in this story the lovely children get coffins instead of beds! That's not weird at all!) and drank some blood from a bottle I had. (Exactly where does one find such a bottle of blood? Target? The Hogwarts morgue?) My coffin was black ebony (which is redundant. Ebony is a shade of black you brainless twit!) and inside it was hot pink velvet (ohhh badass! And so very gothic I might add.) with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. (I love how the school dress code doesn't apply in this story. If you dress like a whore instead of wearing the actual school uniform then everyone will love and respect you. ) I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, (as opposed to her pierced forehead) and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. (kind of messy bun? How can it be kind of? I know hair and I'm almost positive a 'kind of messy bun' isn't a hairstyle!)
My friend, (I question the word 'friend') Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) (inserting real life people into your stories is never a good idea.) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. (this just put a very scary image into my head. I'm not sure about you guys but when I wake up I usually open my eyes first. Not give a creepy "IT" like smile.) She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation (you have white skin and you are putting on white foundation over your white skin? This makes complete sense!) and black eyeliner.) (Seriously does this school now not HAVE a dress code? And where are the uniforms? Also I can't tell if she's trying to look like a clown or a goth. You decide. )
"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly. (Because I always randomly go up to my friends and say "OMFG!" when I first see them. Hell, OMFG is not even a word, just an acronym for texting.)
"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing. (Ok, hold up. You are a vampire. Vampires cannot blush due to them having no blood. You need blood vessels to blush, so therefore it is impossible for you to do such a thing.)
"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.
"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted. (Hey! There's no need to shout out choice words defensively at the only friend you have little missy!)
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me. (Did someone say Draco Malfoy?)
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied flirtily. (how exactly does one reply flirtatiously by saying hi? Oh well then again she said 'flirtily.' Let the invention of new adverbs begin!)
"Guess what." he said. (Noo, he should ask this not say it. I don't even think someone can say "Guess what" without it being a question.)
"What?" I asked. (*gasp* you didn't ask it flirtily!)
"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me. (AHHH! Thilthy muggles aren't allowed into Hogsmeade! Especially if they are an overrated muggle band!)
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR. (because we couldn't tell after you mentioned MCR so many times unnecessarily before this.)
"Well... do you want to go with me?" he asked. (Draco, your family would not approve of this relation what so ever!)
I gasped. (that is not an answer Ebony! Gasping is not an answer to a question, it never will be!)
So first and foremost, I apologize for some of the spelling and punctuation errors last chapter in my comments. I'm using Microsoft WordPad and that doesn't have spell check. Also, in the begininning of chapter two I said Tara likes to divide 'da chaptas' like 'dis.' and I didn't put her lovely .
Here we go again!
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! (Ok Tara, quit flaming your own story then.) odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! (Who says they were gothic? You can't see other people over the internet! And if you seriously did get that many good reviews some people were very very intoxicated or on some crazy drugs while reviewing it.) FANGS AGEN RAVEN! (Raven is a figment of your imagination! Quit trying to pin this god awful story all on her!) oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. (that's obvious. I mean, you having legal claim of Good Charlotte's lyrics would be ironic!)
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff (uhhh corset stuff?) on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky.(how can you straighten your hair and make it spiky? Again with the impossible hairstyles!) I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. (I love how she inserts that as if it's completely natural, like: I went to the grocery store, I bought some milk, I went to sleep, I slit my wrists... seriously, I casually slit my wrists all the time!) I read a depressing book (Twilight? I could understand that, it depresses me as well considering how horrible it is. Then again, I doubt Ebony can read.) while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. (George Clinton, book on tape!) I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. (NO WAY! Get out of town!) Then I put on some black lipstick. (sadly I used to know a few people who actually did wear black lipstick. Trust me,it does not look good on anyone no matter how gothic you are.) I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. (that didn't stop you from looking like a creepy ghost yesterday!) I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert. (*facepalm*)
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. (Hey! Give that car back to Mr. Weasley right now! I don't care if you are pure blood, in the real world that is considered as theft!) He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), (do you own the lyrics to their songs by any chance?) baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). (haha, of course they do. This is just getting sad.)
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. (an exclamation point should be used to indicate strong feelings or high volume, not depression.)
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) (Wow, he's a rebel! First he steals a car and then he changes the license plate number to 666 which is quite illegal considering plates have to have a total of seven numbers. ) and flew to the place with the concert. (let me read that again, "flew to the place with the concert." That was descriptive. XD) On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. (Exactly how does one listen excitedly to music?) We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. (Oooh cigarettes AND drugs. Hardcore! What kind of drugs? At least this somewhat explains why you're so messed up in the head.) When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte. (and then got punched in the face, went to the hospital, and died. Atleast that is what we all wish would have happened but sadly there is more.)
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song). (1. Those are incredibly emo lyrics. 2. We know. You are incapable of writing a fanfic let alone an entire song.)
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice. (I can literally feel my brain cells dying. And when did they enter a club? )
Suddenly Draco looked sad. (Hm I wonder why? Oh maybe it's because guys don't like being told other dudes look "so fucking hot" whilst you are on a date with them.)
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. (YOU sir! YOU sir! Welcome to the grave! I will have vengeance... ok sorry, random Sweeney Todd lyric, much better than she used the word YOU for- in an all depressed like way. )
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. (Aww how sweet. It makes me want to puke!)
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." (No sir. Now he's married to none other than Nicole Richie.) I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face. (I didn't know Hilary Duff had a beard.)
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer (Ebony you are only seventeen. You are an underaged drinker!)and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, (apparently walking is for those stupid preps. Only gothics are cool enough to crawl. lol.) but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into... the Forbidden Forest! (Oh my god the drama! The Forbidden Forest is forbidden! How do you fall asleep at night with that guilt?)
Anyways that's it for chapter 3, chapter 4 is my favorite and I can't wait to start working on it. Thanks for reading!
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed my story, I really appreciate it! Honestly, when I got home from my vacation and saw 6 reviews I was shocked. I never expected to even get one so thank you so very very much! It made me a happy child. =)
Without further ado, here we go everyone, chapter 4!
AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony's name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! (What the absolute hell! You just contridicted yourself! How in the world is that even possible? How can you not even spell your own self-inserted characters name right? But whatever you say Tara, ENOBY nut mary sue. Got it.) DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! ( dey nu eechodder b4 ok! (No, you turned Draco into a queer and that's why he's acting different. Not because he's in love with your original character after meeting her three chapters ago, and technically only going on one date together after saying "hi." I mean, I always grab at the chance to go out with someone when they say hi to me too!)
"DRACO!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" (yelling at him in question format will get him to tell you nothing you little bitch. Plus I do believe a better question would be, why are we in the Forbidden Forest!)
Draco didn't answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously. (Wasn't the car flying a second ago? The way I see it you would plummet to your deaths right about now! But either way, eureka! The drugs are finally starting to kick in! Don't do drugs kids, it will make you do stupid things like walk out of a flying car.)
"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.(I'd ask that too if I was still alive after plummeting to my most certain death. He parked the car in midair! Seriously, how in the world is she still alive?)
"Ebony?" he asked.(No, no, no it's ENOBY Draco! You got the letters mixed up!)
"What?" I snapped. (Don't be snapping at Draco, Enoby! Alls he did was say your name. No need to lose control.)
Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness (In the books I never really thought Draco as an evil child of Satan, just a spoiled little brat, not an evil gothic dude.) and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore. (Ok let me get this straight, because he is wearing red contacts you aren't extremely mad anymore for whatever reason you were in the first place? That's disturbing.)
And then… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. (Just as you what? Stabbed yourself in the face? Everyone would appreciate that.) Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. (hahaha keenly! That's like a catchphrase from the late 60's. Save the environment! Don't make out smartly against a tree! Only you can prevent forest fires! Seriously free cookies to anyone who can figure out how someone can "keenly" lip-lock. )
He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. (Your bra? Badass! I am guessing that it is nice when engaging in sexual behavior that the bra is not on the body.) Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time. (He put his tortilla chip into her salsa and they ate chips and salsa for the very first time! How descriptive that was.)
"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. (I am starting to need some brain bleach.) We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. (Vampires have no body temperature because they have no blood,thus meaning they cannot get warm.)And then….
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"
It was….Dumbledore! (HAHAHAHAHA! I think the first time I read that I was laughing for ten minutes straight! This line never gets old!)
Again, thanks to everyone who gave me revoeiws or has read my story. Chapter 5 will be up tomorrow.
alright so im really sorry for not updating 'i wont say that i love you' but life and school has been a real drag lately ; 7 ; i swear that the third chapter is on the way tho but uh you can
have this little thing i wrote that spawned from a conversation i had with a friend
its an inazuma eleven go harry potter au and i may or may not write more things from that au u7u/) im warning you tho its just plotless sex that im not really sure ffnet would allow...
Everyone considered History of Magic to be the worst and most boring lesson in the entire curriculum. That did not change even if their teacher was the famous Kidou Yuuto, once captain of Ravenclaw's quidditch team and a prodigious game strategist. Most people really only attended classes out of respect and admiration for him, otherwise they'd just skip if they could.
Shindou didn't really mind though, but one might argue that he simply enjoyed all the lessons no matter how tedious or absurd they were in actuality. So it wasn't much of a surprise to find him diligently take notes at the same pace as Professor Kidou's speech while most of the other students occupied themselves with other activities. This period was a joint one between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, so Tsurugi was just across the classroom, occasionally managing to send Shindou paper notes.
Shindou I'm bored.
Shindou don't just ignore me you dickbag. Is Merlin more interesting than your own boyfriend?
You know, you actually remind me of Professor Kidou. No wonder you like his lessons enough to actually pay attention in them.
Hey Shindou, guess just what I'm gonna do to you after—
Shindou stopped reading the paper notes after that one and ripped them into shreds. He'd occasionally glance at Tsurugi and the Slytherin always had this extremely shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. Shindou just rolled his eyes every time and went back to his papyrus and books.
Halfway through the lesson, Shindou feels something – like a jolt of electricity – hit his body and he impulsively jumps in his seat. Only Kirino notices though, and Shindou mumbles a 'it's nothing' when the other raises his eyebrow at him.
It is not 'nothing' though. It was most definitely the opposite of 'nothing' and it was currently happening right down there—
Shindou feels himself instantaneously heat up and he hides his face from view behind his copy of A History of Magic just in case anyone saw him blushing like goddamn mad. Oh God, this was bad, REALLY bad. Class wasn't ending soon (it sure as hell would feel longer either way with Shindou's new found problem) and Tsurugi really couldn't choose a worse spell to cast at him. Shindou looks up to promptly communicate his flabbergasted anger with the sharpest glare he could send to the other.
The Slytherin just looks away though, still smirking like the cheeky cunt he is and Shindou notices the wand under the table that just as quickly disappears underneath Tsurugi's black robes once more.
The Ravenclaw prefect wants to sink down and become one with the ground. He curses the stupid charm Tsurugi used that could do things like this to his body and for a moment he wonders exactly HOW the other did that but he decides he really didn't give a fuck because getting a boner in the middle of class was sort of already a very distracting matter at the moment.
He hated Tsurugi, he really really did.
Class went by at an agonizingly slow pace, and suddenly Shindou really couldn't take any more eloquent sounding notes. Not when all he could think of was how he would kill Tsurugi after he was done with him (in the other sense of the phrase). Kirino seems to notice his best friend's issue, purely by chance, and he doesn't get past 'Shindou, I think you've got a little problem down—' before Shindou stomps on his foot really hard and that shuts him up for the rest of the hour.
Shindou was unsurprisingly one of the last ones (or simply the last one) to leave the room because he had a habit of checking the entire blackboard for any things the professor wrote down he might have missed. When he makes sure that 'no you goddamn idiot you've got everything written already get the hell out of the classroom now' he storms out (God bless his long wizard robes, no one ought to notice anything with just a glance) and stops when he sees Tsurugi just standing there by the door with his back against the wall looking as nonchalant as usual.
Shindou walks up to him and he doesn't know if his face is red from fury, embarrassment or sexual frustration (or just all three), but either way he feels like yelling at the other and maybe also hurting him quite a bit. He already has a long and coherently formed rant inside of his mind but all that came out of his mouth was blubbering and incomplete sentences and a string of swear words.
"Tsurugi you huge goddamn sh – I'm going to – fucking hell, GOD, Tsurugi!"
And Tsurugi is just laughing at him and Shindou is this close to punching him but the taller boy leans down to kiss him on the mouth.
Shindou punches Tsurugi anyway, and the latter flinches, pulling away from the kiss.
"I still hate you." Shindou growls out and then he grabs Tsurugi's wrist and drags him off through the stretching corridors of the castle, eventually ending up at his desired destination – the prefect's bathroom – and he's really glad that lessons are over for today.
Neither of them knows who was the first one to initiate things, but Tsurugi is on the cold floor with Shindou on his lap and their lips are locked in a frenzied kiss. It's all teeth bumping, biting down on lips and tongues battling for dominance, just the way both of them liked it. Their black robes have long since been discarded and they're soon enough ridden of their sweater vests. Shindou is halfway done unbuttoning Tsurugi's shirt when the other is done and already leaving bite marks on his neck and shoulder, making the task increasingly harder to focus on so eventually he decides to leave it be and instead busies himself with other matters.
They maneuver around a bit so that Tsurugi's able to rid Shindou of his pants and boxers and the shit-eating smirk Shindou hates and loves so much is back on his face.
"Whoa, that happy to see me? The Erecto spell sure lives up to its name."
Shindou blushes all the way down to his stomach and he digs his nails into Tsurugi's arms, a sign for him to shut the fuck up and cut the crap.
Tsurugi doesn't do either; he simply runs his hands across Shindou's thighs, not getting any closer to the part of him that desperately needed attention by now. Tsurugi snorts. "Man, you're already dripping wet for me." And Shindou just looks away because it was true and therefore all the more embarrassing. "If you want it so bad…" Tsurugi leans in closer to whisper in Shindou's ear, "Come and get it, prefect boy."
Tsurugi leans away again and rests his back against the stone wall, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees and he crosses his arms and looks at Shindou in a way suitable for leisurely tea parties and not right before getting laid. Shindou gapes at the other, not exactly sure if he really expected him to do all the work when he was – augh.
"You're really seeking an early death, aren't you." Shindou frowns but he isn't about to roll over and beg or anything, so he decides to go with it. Stupid lazyass Tsurugi. He, for lack of any better methods, inserts three of his fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over them, sucking and liberally coating them in saliva. It was better than not using any means of lubrication (and Shindou sure as hell did not want to go all the way to the bath for the water).
Shindou trails the now sufficiently lubricated fingers behind his back, downwards and slides them in one by one, getting accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling first before going any deeper. He lets out a shaky breath when he begins moving the digits again, slowly scissoring their way further in and he looks up to observe Tsurugi, who was enjoying himself way too much. Just as quickly, Shindou averts his eyes and he really wants to wipe that cocky smirk away from his face and make him squirm. Then he gets the perfect idea and he's the one smirking as he lowers his head and before Tsurugi can say anything, the brunette has his mouth around the Slytherin's cock. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes him and he curses, and Shindou takes a moment to enjoy it.
Shindou runs his tongue across Tsurugi's length, synchronizing his ministrations with the fingers still moving inside of him, and he registers all the sounds he was making and how he was gripping Shindou's chocolate curls, tightening the hold and swearing every time the Ravenclaw prefect's actions sent especially intense waves of pleasure through his body. And soon enough Shindou can feel that Tsurugi is about to come, but he wasn't about to give it to him so easily. Might as well take advantage of the fact that Tsurugi planned on having him do everything. Shindou suddenly pulls away, giving Tsurugi's dick one last teasing lick and he doesn't even hide his amusement when the Slytherin chaser glares and snarls at him. It's high time he got this party rocking, anyway, so he lets his fingers out and pulls Tsurugi in for a kiss before reaching back with his hand, getting hold of Tsurugi's erection and positioning it correctly so that he could press the head against his entrance. Shindou then slowly slides down, hissing between his teeth when he feels the shaft stretch him out and it hurts more than a mere few fingers, but he lets the pleasure behind the pain build up as he bounces up and down, gradually increasing the pace. On the other hand, Shindou's own arousal was becoming extremely unbearable but when he reaches his hands out to prove himself some relief at least Tsurugi takes hold of them, pulling Shindou closer. "Who said anything about touching yourself?"
And before he knows it, Tsurugi grabs his green and silver tie from the floor and ties both of Shindou's wrists together behind his back with it, and Shindou really feels like hurting Tsurugi really bad for what seems like the umpteenth time in the past few hours (or the entire time they knew each other).
So just to get back at him, Shindou ceases his rhythmic bouncing and lifts himself up. This ought to catch Tsurugi off guard. Then he just as abruptly comes crashing down and it may hurt but the loud and startled yelp (accompanied with a "Goddammit, Shindou!") he got out of the other is so worth it.
They've been going at it for a while now, and they're both out of breath, panting and groaning. Shindou feels dangerously close to climaxing, his movements becoming more erratic and at this point Tsurugi doesn't even bother keeping his hands to himself like he planned; he's holding on to Shindou's hips and thrusting in as deeply as he can go. Soon enough, Shindou throws his head back and lets out a long, strangled moan as his vision turns completely white for a few heartbeats. Right after he releases, Tsurugi finishes himself inside of the Ravenclaw with one more thrust and Shindou is way too exhausted to actually complain about the liquid oozing out of him at the moment (even if he hated the feeling, oh God).
The two teens are trying to catch their breath, their racing hearts slowly beginning to calm down and return to their regular, steady beat. Shindou collapses on top of Tsurugi after he pulls out and he can already tell that he'll be sore all over for at least a week. And even if he will care when it happens, he really didn't give half a shit right now. Tsurugi is the first one to break the silence with a breathy laugh. "Hey, it's the prefect's bathroom. We might as well put it to a good use and clean up—"
Shindou hushes him immediately, bringing a finger to Tsurugi's mouth. "S…shut up and stay still for five goddamn minutes."
Five minutes pass, and they're both already asleep by then.
…Until they're woken up by a disheveled Alpha and Fey crashing into the bathroom.
im gonna go and like
sink into and become one with the ground now and stuff this was really embarrassing to write?Shindou was unsurprisingly one of the last ones (or simply the last one) to leave the room because he had a habit of checking the entire blackboard for any things the professor wrote down he might have missed. When he makes sure that 'no you goddamn idiot you've got everything written already get the hell out of the classroom now' he storms out (God bless his long wizard robes, no one ought to notice anything with just a glance) and stops when he sees Tsurugi just standing there by the door with his back against the wall looking as nonchalant as usual.
Shindou walks up to him and he doesn't know if his face is red from fury, embarrassment or sexual frustration (or just all three), but either way he feels like yelling at the other and maybe also hurting him quite a bit. He already has a long and coherently formed rant inside of his mind but all that came out of his mouth was blubbering and incomplete sentences and a string of swear words.
"Tsurugi you huge goddamn sh – I'm going to – fucking hell, GOD, Tsurugi!"
And Tsurugi is just laughing at him and Shindou is this close to punching him but the taller boy leans down to kiss him on the mouth.
Shindou punches Tsurugi anyway, and the latter flinches, pulling away from the kiss.
"I still hate you." Shindou growls out and then he grabs Tsurugi's wrist and drags him off through the stretching corridors of the castle, eventually ending up at his desired destination – the prefect's bathroom – and he's really glad that lessons are over for today.
Neither of them knows who was the first one to initiate things, but Tsurugi is on the cold floor with Shindou on his lap and their lips are locked in a frenzied kiss. It's all teeth bumping, biting down on lips and tongues battling for dominance, just the way both of them liked it. Their black robes have long since been discarded and they're soon enough ridden of their sweater vests. Shindou is halfway done unbuttoning Tsurugi's shirt when the other is done and already leaving bite marks on his neck and shoulder, making the task increasingly harder to focus on so eventually he decides to leave it be and instead busies himself with other matters.
They maneuver around a bit so that Tsurugi's able to rid Shindou of his pants and boxers and the shit-eating smirk Shindou hates and loves so much is back on his face.
"Whoa, that happy to see me? The Erecto spell sure lives up to its name."
Shindou blushes all the way down to his stomach and he digs his nails into Tsurugi's arms, a sign for him to shut the fuck up and cut the crap.
Tsurugi doesn't do either; he simply runs his hands across Shindou's thighs, not getting any closer to the part of him that desperately needed attention by now. Tsurugi snorts. "Man, you're already dripping wet for me." And Shindou just looks away because it was true and therefore all the more embarrassing. "If you want it so bad…" Tsurugi leans in closer to whisper in Shindou's ear, "Come and get it, prefect boy."
Tsurugi leans away again and rests his back against the stone wall, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees and he crosses his arms and looks at Shindou in a way suitable for leisurely tea parties and not right before getting laid. Shindou gapes at the other, not exactly sure if he really expected him to do all the work when he was – augh.
"You're really seeking an early death, aren't you." Shindou frowns but he isn't about to roll over and beg or anything, so he decides to go with it. Stupid lazyass Tsurugi. He, for lack of any better methods, inserts three of his fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over them, sucking and liberally coating them in saliva. It was better than not using any means of lubrication (and Shindou sure as hell did not want to go all the way to the bath for the water).
Shindou trails the now sufficiently lubricated fingers behind his back, downwards and slides them in one by one, getting accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling first before going any deeper. He lets out a shaky breath when he begins moving the digits again, slowly scissoring their way further in and he looks up to observe Tsurugi, who was enjoying himself way too much. Just as quickly, Shindou averts his eyes and he really wants to wipe that cocky smirk away from his face and make him squirm. Then he gets the perfect idea and he's the one smirking as he lowers his head and before Tsurugi can say anything, the brunette has his mouth around the Slytherin's cock. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes him and he curses, and Shindou takes a moment to enjoy it.
Shindou runs his tongue across Tsurugi's length, synchronizing his ministrations with the fingers still moving inside of him, and he registers all the sounds he was making and how he was gripping Shindou's chocolate curls, tightening the hold and swearing every time the Ravenclaw prefect's actions sent especially intense waves of pleasure through his body. And soon enough Shindou can feel that Tsurugi is about to come, but he wasn't about to give it to him so easily. Might as well take advantage of the fact that Tsurugi planned on having him do everything. Shindou suddenly pulls away, giving Tsurugi's dick one last teasing lick and he doesn't even hide his amusement when the Slytherin chaser glares and snarls at him. It's high time he got this party rocking, anyway, so he lets his fingers out and pulls Tsurugi in for a kiss before reaching back with his hand, getting hold of Tsurugi's erection and positioning it correctly so that he could press the head against his entrance. Shindou then slowly slides down, hissing between his teeth when he feels the shaft stretch him out and it hurts more than a mere few fingers, but he lets the pleasure behind the pain build up as he bounces up and down, gradually increasing the pace. On the other hand, Shindou's own arousal was becoming extremely unbearable but when he reaches his hands out to prove himself some relief at least Tsurugi takes hold of them, pulling Shindou closer. "Who said anything about touching yourself?"
And before he knows it, Tsurugi grabs his green and silver tie from the floor and ties both of Shindou's wrists together behind his back with it, and Shindou really feels like hurting Tsurugi really bad for what seems like the umpteenth time in the past few hours (or the entire time they knew each other).
So just to get back at him, Shindou ceases his rhythmic bouncing and lifts himself up. This ought to catch Tsurugi off guard. Then he just as abruptly comes crashing down and it may hurt but the loud and startled yelp (accompanied with a "Goddammit, Shindou!") he got out of the other is so worth it.
They've been going at it for a while now, and they're both out of breath, panting and groaning. Shindou feels dangerously close to climaxing, his movements becoming more erratic and at this point Tsurugi doesn't even bother keeping his hands to himself like he planned; he's holding on to Shindou's hips and thrusting in as deeply as he can go. Soon enough, Shindou throws his head back and lets out a long, strangled moan as his vision turns completely white for a few heartbeats. Right after he releases, Tsurugi finishes himself inside of the Ravenclaw with one more thrust and Shindou is way too exhausted to actually complain about the liquid oozing out of him at the moment (even if he hated the feeling, oh God).
The two teens are trying to catch their breath, their racing hearts slowly beginning to calm down and return to their regular, steady beat. Shindou collapses on top of Tsurugi after he pulls out and he can already tell that he'll be sore all over for at least a week. And even if he will care when it happens, he really didn't give half a shit right now. Tsurugi is the first one to break the silence with a breathy laugh. "Hey, it's the prefect's bathroom. We might as well put it to a good use and clean up—"
Shindou hushes him immediately, bringing a finger to Tsurugi's mouth. "S…shut up and stay still for five goddamn minutes."
Five minutes pass, and they're both already asleep by then.
…Until they're woken up by a disheveled Alpha and Fey crashing into the bathroom.
im gonna go and like
sink into and become one with the ground now and stuff this was really embarrassing to write?
I'll tell you everything.
ReplyDeleteI just need time.
I need to get out of here.
1 week.
next Thursday.
I'll explain everything.
In the mean time.
WATCH.
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I HAVE TO GO.
HE'S HERE. HE'S ANGRY.
HE'S KILLING.
JACK
"Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention. I was sucking on the little girl's swollen titties, while my little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, so it'd be ready when our daughter was. "Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12 year old girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell that the child was getting aroused.
ReplyDelete"Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?" The little girl's voice was getting ragged, as I started licking my way down her smooth little tummy.
This attracted my attention. I stopped licking the little girl's navel, and used my hands to stimulate her, while I answered.
"Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old! Give the little girl a chance. I didn't rape you, until you were over 6 years old, you know. Even then, I was a little bit early. You didn't get pregnant, until you were 7, and didn't keep one, until you were 8. Even your sister. . ." I was interrupted by Diane, as she told her own story.
"Daddy raped me for the first time, when I was 5," she said proudly. At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK. 5 and a half. But I got pregnant with Jason, when I was only 6." She looked over at me, and amended, "OK, almost 7. And Daddy raped Ginny, for the first time, just last year. I think our daughter's already pregnant. Anyway, she's already starting to like it. Even she's only 6." Diane shifted her swollen belly, to a more comfortable position, as she continued, "So what makes you think Suzy needs it?"
"She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got ready to mount the little girl.
"So?" I asked. "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did, do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant? What's so different if I did?"
"The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back, to take my engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't? When Jason was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her virginity. She lost that 2 years ago, when Jason did his first rape-training session. You remember? Suzy was the only one small enough, and who still had her virginity then. Of course, there's Keri, and Tracy now."
"Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words.
"You think she's already having periods?"
Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment. "Unh! unnngh! Augghh. Oh Daddy! Daddy. Fuck me! Get me pregnant, Daddy. I want another baby. Please Daddy! Knock me up?"
The whole family was getting exited, watching me get ready to impregnate my second-oldest daughter. "Do it Daddy," they all chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen."
I couldn't help it. In spite of wanting it to last, so my daughter could feel me inside her for a nice long time, the stimulation of my daughter's 12 year old cunny squeezing on my penis was too much. I gave my little girl what she wanted. A belly full of baby-juice. Squirt after squirt of my sperm went into my daughter's fertile young womb. We had planned this carefully, and if we were careful, the little girl would be pregnant again by tomorrow, leaving me free to take care of my other duties.
Damn! I'd have to take care of Suzy too. If the little girl was having periods already, I'd have to be sure she got fucked properly, at least once a month, until she got pregnant. Oh well, along with the pleasures of the job, come a few harsh duties.
ReplyDeleteI extracted my shining penis from Karen's belly. My sister came over, and handed our daughter a round rubber disk to use to hold my sperm inside her. Carefully, not wasting a drop, they made sure that every bit of the sperm I had expended in her, stayed inside. When they were finished, Karen looked over at me.
"Thanks Daddy," she said, "I hope I'm pregnant now."
I agreed. It was so much trouble, when you were working to make sure. Rarely these days, did either of us have the time or energy to just fuck for the fun of it any more. I gave my daughter a kiss, as I left. Already, I was trying to figure a way to fit raping little Suzy into my schedule. I knew, that somehow I'd make it fit. As I said, with the pleasures, came the duties.
I knew that SOME men didn't see raping their little girls as a chore, in fact, I'd heard some of them say they liked the sound of children screaming in pain underneath them. To me, they were unfeeling clods. It might be necessary, but that doesn't mean we should like it. I finally decided that I'd have to do it tonight. If the little girl had been having periods already. . . I shuddered at the possibilities, if I didn't get my daughter inseminated properly, and in time. I checked my schedule again. No, I couldn't do it earlier. I called Karen back, and told her to have Suzy ready at 8:00 that night. To act like it was just another "tie-down" practice for the little girl, and for heaven's sake, don't give her anything special tonight, as she might get suspicious, like my sister Kelly had. I shuddered at the reminder.
My sister Kelly had been almost 8, when she had her first period. She thought she knew all the reason's for the "tie-downs," as she'd watched her two little sisters get raped once a month, for over a year. She wasn't old enough to be told the true reason yet. When Momma made that pumpkin pie, on a "tie-down" night, Kelly figured that it was for her, and she hid. The precocious girl managed somehow to stay hidden for 10 days, and by then it was too late. Daddy tried to do his best. He fucked my little sister for three straight nights, but it didn't do any good. I'll never forget Kelly. She only lived two more weeks, and it wasn't nice. I can still hear her screams. What's especially bad, is that painkillers don't help.
The doctors tried everything, but knew in advance, that it wouldn't help. Only if she'd been one of those lucky enough to be living her whole life, in the sealed cities, would she have had a chance. Even there, I hear they occasionally have a case. Out here, the chances are 100 per cent.
I shuddered again. That wouldn't happen to Suzy. Even if I accidentally killed the little girl, it would be better than what happened to Kelly. Long ago, I'd made up my mind, that I would personally choke my daughter to death, rather than see her face what my sister Kelly did. I let another shudder go through my frame, as I went to work.
When I told the boss, that I had to rape my daughter that night, for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour earlier. I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though, as that might tip the little girl off. I didn't want any repeats, of what happened to my little sister. I went over to my sister's grave, and threw some flowers down on it from the bridge. They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing protective gear.
That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy, no more, and no less, than I usually did. It was a strain, not reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to. Just before bedtime, Suzy came over, gave ME a hug, a kiss, and whispered in my ear, "It's OK, Daddy. Really!" and trotted off, to be tied down. My jaw dropped. Suzy knew! Somehow the little girl knew. And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting. Tears ran down my cheeks, as I thought of my love for the little girl. Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I wouldn't stint on her tonight. Suzy would get it all, even if she was only 4 years old. I remembered Jake next door, who had killed himself, after his little girl had died on her first night. Shelly had been only 5, and it had been too much. His brother had to take over the duties for the family, until Jake's son was 14. That had been 10 years of extra duty for him. I wouldn't do that to MY brother. If my little girl died tonight, too torn up, then I would die too, but only inside. I'd keep working, but I'd only be a husk. Too many people depended on me, for me to take my own life.
ReplyDeleteFor the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV, but the news made it hard to forget. Especially, when the commentator mentioned how the lone survivor of the Hass riots was expected to take her own life next month, as soon as her baby was born. Everyone knew that in spite of all the medical knowledge at her disposal, there was nothing anyone could do to save her, now that her last male cousin had died. The nano-engineers were still years away from a solution to the plague.
Finally, it was time. At 20:00, I knew I had put it off long enough. I heaved myself out of my chair, and headed down to pick up the pill, that would enable me to do the job that I had to do. I knew that without the bio-engineered helper-pills, I wouldn't even be able to have an erection at the thought of what my little girl would go through, let alone be able to rape her properly.
Karen was waiting for me by the door to the "safe" room. She already had my pill, and a glass of milk to wash it down with, in her hand. "Thanks dear," I said, as I picked up the yellow and gold pill, and gave her a kiss. This might be the last kiss I ever had, without guilt overpowering me.
Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in my hand. "A FIVE?" I asked. "My God Karen. She's only 4 years old! I only needed a three, for YOU!" I was almost crying.
Karen was crying. After all, the little girl was HER daughter too. Still she nodded, before replying. "You love her too much," she said. "If you go in there and can't get it up. . ."
I gave up. My daughter knew me too well. The thought of what would happen, if I failed, was too terrible. Not only Suzy would die, but I would too. And along with me, any female relatives that my brother couldn't fit into his already overworked schedule. Ever since our father got killed in the big fire, too far gone for even the plague-bots to save, Brian and I hadn't had a decent vacation for three years. At least, we had managed to save all of our immediate family, only losing one cousin to the plague. We might have been able to save even her, if we had known Daddy was going to die in time. I shuddered, and took the pill from her hand.
"Remember, don't take it, until the door is shut," she reminded me. I shuddered again, at the reminder of what might happen if I did. I didn't want to rape the wrong woman (girl). Not that Karen would object if I took her, but if Suzy didn't get what she needed pretty soon. . . I nodded.
"Make sure the room is sealed," I said. This time it was Karen's turn to nod. We all knew the drill. We'd soon be dead, if we forgot. I entered the "safe" room.
ReplyDeleteUnusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe. The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old safe, as a "safe" room. Funny isn't it? One thing for sure, I'd never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK. Not with three-inch thick steel walls. We didn't even need soundproofing like most "safe" rooms, as the thickness of the walls precluded the need. I felt the pressure change, as Karen shut the door, and the life-support system took over. There was a final-sounding "thoom," as the big door sealed. I knew there would be no exit now, for three hours. By which time, either everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be dead. It was a sobering thought. I looked over at the little girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack. Only four years old. She hadn't even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet. The crying shame, was that she was so precocious in so many ways. She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be precocious in this manner also? I took what might be my last sane, loving look at my little daughter, sleeping quietly in her restraints. The blackout hood absorbed every trace of light, so as far as Suzy knew, the room was in complete darkness. She had obviously been sleeping for some time.
I let my looks linger over her small body one last time. How could a man get excited at this? Smooth boyish hips. Not even bumps on her little chest. Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS precocious. Her tiny little slit wasn't even tempting. She looked almost sexless. I knew, that in a short while, my viewpoint would change drastically.
I wanted to go over and kiss the little girl one last time, and reassure her, but I didn't dare. Time to go. I popped the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with milk. Then I stood, and waited. I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its way down my throat. The new fast-acting pills made it easier to take. I shuddered for one last time. A Five!
Suddenly, I remembered. I had better hurry, before it was too late. I barely managed to strip my clothes off, tossing the last sock into the bin, when the pill (or the nano-factory actually) hit me.
Suddenly, I was no longer scared. I was a MAN, and I knew what needed doing, and I was going to DO it. I looked over at the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure. GOOD! She couldn't move, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt by flying fists, or raking nails. (The thought, that it would be harder to hurt HER, if she couldn't be bent out of shape, didn't occur to me.) I went over, and sniffed at the child's crack.
The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was what I needed. I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the desert would go for ice-cream. The pheromones emanating from the little-girl body almost drove me insane. (Of course, I WAS technically insane at that moment anyway.) It was definitely the "right-time-of-month" for the little-girl/woman. (Somewhere in the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.)
I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the little girl's slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet juices, before I lost control. My slobbering must have woken Suzy up.
"Daddy?" she asked, hesitantly.
Thank God for the pill. I was unable to answer intelligently. I let out a loud, "Grraauuugh!" My arousal had reached a point, where I HAD to do something. I grabbed my engorged penis, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little hole that I had been slobbering over. It wouldn't go.
My drugged body couldn't believe it. I tried again, pushing harder. Surprisingly, the little girl didn't resist, and actually pushed back! It still wouldn't go. I don't know what would have happened, if Suzy hadn't spoken up, not in pain, or fear, but sensibly. "Lube," she said.
ReplyDeleteEven my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this. In my neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all lubricated BEFORE I took the pill. Luckily, the tube was right to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my cock, and barely as an afterthought, on the little girl as well. This time, when I pushed, my cock started in.
I looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-girl body. Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you subtracted a foot and a half for her legs. . . My cock was going to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt proud, that I had such a big cock. The contrast was something.
"Aghh!" gasped Suzy, when my cock first entered her. Then gasps and whimpers as I went deeper. Next a loud, "Ow!" as I broke through the remnants of her hymen. Her cousin had been too small to complete the job. I pushed in still deeper, until over four inches had penetrated the child's body, and I was at the end of her vagina. By this time, Suzy was crying steadily. I could see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her vagina, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside. I was proud of myself. Not many men could tear a girl, just by sticking his cock inside her. I couldn't wait, until I got it all the way inside!
This goaty thought, was enough to make me climax for the first time. My overexcited cock began spewing baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl's vagina. Knowing that she could get pregnant was an extra thrill. I imagined the little girl's belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even harder trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl's tiny belly.
As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little girl's vagina squeezing on the end of my cock made me want more. I needed more! I pushed more of my cock into my daughter's tiny little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy screamed! Ahhh! It felt soo good! Another 3 inches of my cock slid into the tight sleeve. By now, it was clear up inside the little girl's womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her. I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in. Suzy screamed again. Boy that felt good! Out, and In again. More screaming from Suzy, as my cock went even farther inside. By now, 2/3 of my cock was buried in the little girl's belly. The screaming intensified, as I pushed in even harder. I was going to plant the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as I could. Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore a little each time I pushed forward. The little girl's screams were becoming associated in my mind, with the pleasure I was getting from the little girl's body sliding down my cock. I had to get the rest in! Grabbing the little girl's hips, I pushed forward with all my might, as I pushed my cock up into the little girl, like a man coring a pineapple. There was a final tearing sensation, and all but the last two inches of my cock slid up inside my tiny little daughter's torn belly. I could feel the little girl's liver move out of the way, as the tip of my cock forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating her chest cavity from her stomach. I could feel the little girl's heart beating wildly against the head of my penis, as I forced the last two inches up into and THROUGH her diaphragm!
Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much. I was somewhat disappointed, when the screaming stopped, as I had begun to associate it with the pleasure. However, the feeling of the little girl's heart beating against the tip of my penis, while her lungs massaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure that I felt it was a fair exchange.
ReplyDeleteI began spewing still another load of sperm inside the little girl. Only this time, it squirted against the little girl's heart and lungs, from the inside.
I worked my cock in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of the little girl's bare pussy rubbing against the base of my cock while her whole body massaged the length of it, like a sock drawn on over my foot.
After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me with the same pleasure. It had felt so much better, (and tighter) when the little girl had been screaming, and fighting back. I still needed more release! Three times now, I had ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl's body, but I needed at least two more. Hurriedly, I withdrew from the child's vagina, and forced my swollen member up the child's defenseless anus.
Suzy would have screamed again, I'm sure, if she had still been conscious, as my 11-inch cock slid up into her poor little rectum. The lubrication of my sperm, and her blood made it go in easily, and it wasn't until the last three inches went inside her, that I tore open her intestines, and forced my penis the rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the same hole as before in her chest cavity. Pulling the little girl's body on and off my engorged cock, I jacked off inside her, enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured my self in her. This was great. This was what a man was FOR! I ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside the little girl's torn body.
After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall. I needed MORE stimulation! Removing my penis from her ravaged behind; I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried to insert my blood, sperm and shit-covered cock into the child's mouth. It wouldn't go, more than an inch, before slamming against the back of her mouth. I was frantic now. I had to get inside her! Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood, and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing. They weren't designed to stand up a 200 pound man's frantic yanking though. Intentionally so; as I would have mashed her head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the straps.
Yanking at the girl's head, I bent it backwards, and forced my cock down her throat. It STILL wouldn't go far enough. Yanking even harder, I bent the child's head backwards even farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely hearing the sickening "snap" of her neck. The shudders of the girl's lower body suddenly ceased. I didn't notice. I finally had managed to push my swollen penis down the little girl's throat. Her gasps for air, stimulated my cock to new heights. God it felt good!
Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my cock down her throat, into her windpipe! This was wonderful! The girl's body began thrashing, as the air was cut off. The suction on my penis was incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air. I began spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl's lungs, as her body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still.
For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last sticky drops of cum flow from the end of my penis, coating the inside of the little girl's now quiet lungs. Finally, satisfied, I withdrew.
I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before. I had proved my maleness on this insignificant female form. I was magnificent. I was a MAN! I was. . . . I was. . . . I was a man who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old daughter.
I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of my little girl. Blood, Shit, and sperm were everywhere, somehow accentuating the innocence of the tiny body. Now that the pill's effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove the child's restraints. I did this, and then picked up the rag-doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew that too much time had passed to help her now. I wondered just how I was going to explain that, to Karen. Carefully, I wiped the little girl's face clean, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that dripped out. My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint, "beep".
ReplyDeleteIt couldn't be! I had strangled the little girl with my cock for over 10 minutes. I knew it! Still, hoping against hope, I looked over at the monitor. "Beep." One minute and 20 seconds. One minute and 22 seconds. 23. 24. 25. "Beep."
A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-water. The time-dilation. I had forgotten the time-dilation! Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a period of months took control of my body like a robot.
"First check for arterial bleeding. If necessary tie off the artery with whatever comes handy. Just don't tie it around the victim's neck! (Ha ha.)"
Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all other measures. I ignored the broken neck, that made the little girl's head flop like a dead chicken. No sign of the heavy flow that a broken artery would have produced. "Beep," went the monitor. One minute 35 seconds.
"Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest." I shivered, as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little girl's body earlier. Still, I didn't think I had damaged her lungs. "Beep." One minute 50 seconds.
"Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any fluid from the victim's lungs." I shuddered, as I remembered just how much thick sticky cum I had ejaculated inside the child's lungs. My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on her back. I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously broken arm, as I did so. Only a small amount of drool, and cum dripped out. "Beep." Two minutes 10 seconds.
"Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask clipped to the side of the tie-down table."
Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to administer to a child of Suzy's size. I mentally thanked Karen for doing her job. Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of oxygen in the little girl's lungs, making sure the chest rose. Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I fell into a rhythm. As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the other. "Beep." Two minutes 40 seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage occurs.
Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Using my free left hand, I placed the patches in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I got the last patch attached, and hit the "RUN" button on the heart-monitor. "BLAAAAAT!" Hastily, I removed my hands for my daughter's body, while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working. "Bee..." 0 minutes 0 seconds. From the monitor. Blip, Blip, blip-blip, blip, blip, blip. My daughter's heart was beating again.
I was crying again; and not in the least bit ashamed, as I watched my daughter come back to life. Already, the plague-bots were doing their intended job, and repairing the terrible damage that I had inflicted on her. As I watched, the tears in the skin around her vagina slowly closed, and the skin knit back together. I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed; as the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me. Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a close relative's sperm and male-system 'bots, close to the injury, could a child as young as Suzy's immune system be overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the plague. Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system. The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm, or disease, were astounding. The drawbacks were just as bad. A second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses already heaped upon his roasting soul. This time it was for his stupidity, at missing the bug in the 'bots program that was supposed to ensure fidelity.
ReplyDeleteI managed to remember to hold Suzy's neck straight, while the repair work went on, so we wouldn't have to break it again later. After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping, and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger, so I laid her back on the tie-down rack, and after placing new covers on it, I put back the restraints. Hopefully, she would think it was all just a bad dream, when she awoke.
I watched with a heart filled with love, as the little girl's chest rose and fell repeatedly. It would never be this bad again. Next month, unless we were lucky and she got pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have to fuck her normally. (Of course, even this would be painful for such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her vagina would have shrunk back to its little-girl size. Even her virginity would have been repaired.)
I thumbed the intercom, and heard my daughter's quiet sobs. I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn't heard from me. Thankfully, I had good news.
"Karen," I said, barely able to get the words out through my suddenly wish constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, "we both made it."
I then started weeping uncontrollably, as my thumb dropped from the button.
This is a very embarrassing confession actually but I'm going to come out of the closet today may.21.2005 what i have to say is weird...i have this strange turtle fetish...i get very aroused when i see small turtles i just get so turned on i just want to put the turtles down my pants and let there oh so smooth shell rub my penis...I'm not just just horny when i see small turtles it's much more then that i had a dream of doing kinky things with turtles...the dream went like this...it started off in a chamber of some sort and there they were 15 small turtles chained up to the wall they were wearing name tags that were ever so sexy like "daddy" and "bitch" ect. and there i was wearing a leather suit with a whip and i was whiping the turtles and they were making these little snapping sounds i don't know where it came from but i was very aroused by the end of the dream me and the 15 small turtles were in bed and some were on the pillow and some were down there..rubbing my penis...I'm glad I've got that off my back.- Jack Tyler
ReplyDeleteI meant may 22 2012 -Jack Tyler
DeleteI don't have much time. My first Visit was yesterday.
ReplyDeleteI need a translation, though I don't know the language...
'Was granme ra zenva noes me
Was guwo ra zenva yor me
nn yant gaya zenva saash me'
I'm worried... wierd things happened when I said that.
It's probably the only reason I'm alive.
I'm scared.
My Immortal - The Story of Brainwashing- With Commentary!
ReplyDeleteSo I know a lot of unfortunate people have read this horrible fanfiction (some possibly against their will). I also know that many have been commenting on the terribleness of it and I thought I would give it a go because let's face it, who hasn't laughed or gone WTF while reading this.
For those of you who haven't had the exciting pleasure of reading this, "My Immortal" is considered as the worst fanfiction of all time. It was first published on on March 3rd, 2006, written by XXXbloodyrists666XXX, aka Tara Gilesbie. Tara's account was hacked and in 2008 with over 10,000 reviews. However 's moderators deleted the story for not being up to their standards by that time, but it had already gained "fans" aka people like me who laugh or want to facepalm every chance they read it. Basically it was removed for being severely suckish. Many people think that Tara is a troll, those who don't think she's just an illiterate hormonal adolescent girl who needs serious counseling and help in her english class. The world may never know which one it is.
* I am not responsible for your hangover or the hospital bill if you play the drinking game while reading this.
Chapter 1.
AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) (no I do not get it Tara, please elaborate! How does saying 'fangz' make you 'goffic'? Ugh, here we go. Be ready to read one of those puns every chapter.) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) (too late, lesbianism is already in my head. BTW there is nothing ewish about being lesbian/bisexual/gay. Way to offend!) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! (as you can clearly see, Raven didn't do a very good job with the helping aspect of the story.) Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! (Justin Bieber is the love of your depressing life? That could explain a lot.) MCR ROX! (according to the reliable source of wikipedia: rox is an album by the California punk band Supernova, a television series, and a London based singer. MCR aka My Chemical Romance which is an example of a wannabe punk band- was not included in any of the above.)
Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (and I'm an alcoholic. Or atleast this entire story would make much more sense if you were. But that is a very VERY long screwed name you got yourself there, dementia=brain disorder. Lovely.) and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) (children are born without hair so that made less than no sense. Plus ebony is black.) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears (limpid tears? Alrighty then.) and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). (There are quite a few reasons for people to "get da hell out of here," Amy Lee not being one of them. Saving your brain cells tops the list.) I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. (yes, because people are always so kind and accepting towards incest.)I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. (as opposed to purple and triangular. Actually vampires have these things called "fangs"which you completely misspelled and misused in your authors note before the story.) I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, (So you are an incest vampire witch? You cannot be both a vampire and a witch Ebony, that goes against everything in the mythological world!)and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England (No. Hogwarts is in Scotland.) (where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). (For some reason, I have strong doubts that this character is seventeen.) I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) (Yes, we could tell.) and I wear mostly black. (OMG! Goths wear black! I would have never guessed!) I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. (Despite the fact that there are no Hot Topic's in England that I am aware of.) For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets (that's not a gotchic color!) and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. (so basically you looked like a total whore? Got it.) I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. (Snowing AND raining? That's called sleet or hail. I know Hogwarts is a magical place but I think that is just a tiny bit ridiculous.)A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. (as you will learn this is her solution to everything.)
ReplyDelete"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy! (No freaking way! By the way what is up with the random ellipses?)
"What's up Draco?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said shyly. (Shyly? Draco Malfoy and shyly should not be in the same sentence together.)
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away. (No, you chose to go away. Your friends do not control your actions.)
^ Ohhh the suspense is killing me.
AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz! (It is the epitome of awesomeness Tara. Absolutely brilliant.)
This concludes the first chapter of my commentary for "My Immortal." It's my first time ever publishing on this website so let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! =)
Here we go, onward to the second chapter of this story... if you can even call it that! Begin!
ReplyDeleteAN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! ("da chapta." Seriously? If she helped you I would hate to see what it looked like before, it might actually kill me.) BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok! (I have a feeling that Tara is actually a prep trying to come across as gothic on the Internet.)
(Tara likes to divide 'da chaptas' like 'dis.'
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. (as opposed to waking up in an alligator's mouth which we would all enjoy.)It was snowing and raining again.(No wonder there are no weathermen at Hogwarts, this weather system is whack and impossible!) I opened the door of my coffin (haha in this story the lovely children get coffins instead of beds! That's not weird at all!) and drank some blood from a bottle I had. (Exactly where does one find such a bottle of blood? Target? The Hogwarts morgue?) My coffin was black ebony (which is redundant. Ebony is a shade of black you brainless twit!) and inside it was hot pink velvet (ohhh badass! And so very gothic I might add.) with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. (I love how the school dress code doesn't apply in this story. If you dress like a whore instead of wearing the actual school uniform then everyone will love and respect you. ) I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, (as opposed to her pierced forehead) and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. (kind of messy bun? How can it be kind of? I know hair and I'm almost positive a 'kind of messy bun' isn't a hairstyle!)
My friend, (I question the word 'friend') Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) (inserting real life people into your stories is never a good idea.) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. (this just put a very scary image into my head. I'm not sure about you guys but when I wake up I usually open my eyes first. Not give a creepy "IT" like smile.) She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation (you have white skin and you are putting on white foundation over your white skin? This makes complete sense!) and black eyeliner.) (Seriously does this school now not HAVE a dress code? And where are the uniforms? Also I can't tell if she's trying to look like a clown or a goth. You decide. )
ReplyDelete"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly. (Because I always randomly go up to my friends and say "OMFG!" when I first see them. Hell, OMFG is not even a word, just an acronym for texting.)
"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing. (Ok, hold up. You are a vampire. Vampires cannot blush due to them having no blood. You need blood vessels to blush, so therefore it is impossible for you to do such a thing.)
"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.
"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted. (Hey! There's no need to shout out choice words defensively at the only friend you have little missy!)
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me. (Did someone say Draco Malfoy?)
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied flirtily. (how exactly does one reply flirtatiously by saying hi? Oh well then again she said 'flirtily.' Let the invention of new adverbs begin!)
"Guess what." he said. (Noo, he should ask this not say it. I don't even think someone can say "Guess what" without it being a question.)
"What?" I asked. (*gasp* you didn't ask it flirtily!)
"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me. (AHHH! Thilthy muggles aren't allowed into Hogsmeade! Especially if they are an overrated muggle band!)
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR. (because we couldn't tell after you mentioned MCR so many times unnecessarily before this.)
"Well... do you want to go with me?" he asked. (Draco, your family would not approve of this relation what so ever!)
I gasped. (that is not an answer Ebony! Gasping is not an answer to a question, it never will be!)
So first and foremost, I apologize for some of the spelling and punctuation errors last chapter in my comments. I'm using Microsoft WordPad and that doesn't have spell check. Also, in the begininning of chapter two I said Tara likes to divide 'da chaptas' like 'dis.' and I didn't put her lovely .
ReplyDeleteHere we go again!
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! (Ok Tara, quit flaming your own story then.) odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! (Who says they were gothic? You can't see other people over the internet! And if you seriously did get that many good reviews some people were very very intoxicated or on some crazy drugs while reviewing it.) FANGS AGEN RAVEN! (Raven is a figment of your imagination! Quit trying to pin this god awful story all on her!) oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. (that's obvious. I mean, you having legal claim of Good Charlotte's lyrics would be ironic!)
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff (uhhh corset stuff?) on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky.(how can you straighten your hair and make it spiky? Again with the impossible hairstyles!) I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. (I love how she inserts that as if it's completely natural, like: I went to the grocery store, I bought some milk, I went to sleep, I slit my wrists... seriously, I casually slit my wrists all the time!) I read a depressing book (Twilight? I could understand that, it depresses me as well considering how horrible it is. Then again, I doubt Ebony can read.) while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. (George Clinton, book on tape!) I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. (NO WAY! Get out of town!) Then I put on some black lipstick. (sadly I used to know a few people who actually did wear black lipstick. Trust me,it does not look good on anyone no matter how gothic you are.) I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. (that didn't stop you from looking like a creepy ghost yesterday!) I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert. (*facepalm*)
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. (Hey! Give that car back to Mr. Weasley right now! I don't care if you are pure blood, in the real world that is considered as theft!) He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), (do you own the lyrics to their songs by any chance?) baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). (haha, of course they do. This is just getting sad.)
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. (an exclamation point should be used to indicate strong feelings or high volume, not depression.)
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) (Wow, he's a rebel! First he steals a car and then he changes the license plate number to 666 which is quite illegal considering plates have to have a total of seven numbers. ) and flew to the place with the concert. (let me read that again, "flew to the place with the concert." That was descriptive. XD) On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. (Exactly how does one listen excitedly to music?) We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. (Oooh cigarettes AND drugs. Hardcore! What kind of drugs? At least this somewhat explains why you're so messed up in the head.) When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte. (and then got punched in the face, went to the hospital, and died. Atleast that is what we all wish would have happened but sadly there is more.)
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song). (1. Those are incredibly emo lyrics. 2. We know. You are incapable of writing a fanfic let alone an entire song.)
ReplyDelete"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice. (I can literally feel my brain cells dying. And when did they enter a club? )
Suddenly Draco looked sad. (Hm I wonder why? Oh maybe it's because guys don't like being told other dudes look "so fucking hot" whilst you are on a date with them.)
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. (YOU sir! YOU sir! Welcome to the grave! I will have vengeance... ok sorry, random Sweeney Todd lyric, much better than she used the word YOU for- in an all depressed like way. )
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. (Aww how sweet. It makes me want to puke!)
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." (No sir. Now he's married to none other than Nicole Richie.) I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face. (I didn't know Hilary Duff had a beard.)
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer (Ebony you are only seventeen. You are an underaged drinker!)and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, (apparently walking is for those stupid preps. Only gothics are cool enough to crawl. lol.) but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into... the Forbidden Forest! (Oh my god the drama! The Forbidden Forest is forbidden! How do you fall asleep at night with that guilt?)
Anyways that's it for chapter 3, chapter 4 is my favorite and I can't wait to start working on it. Thanks for reading!
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed my story, I really appreciate it! Honestly, when I got home from my vacation and saw 6 reviews I was shocked. I never expected to even get one so thank you so very very much! It made me a happy child. =)
ReplyDeleteWithout further ado, here we go everyone, chapter 4!
AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony's name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! (What the absolute hell! You just contridicted yourself! How in the world is that even possible? How can you not even spell your own self-inserted characters name right? But whatever you say Tara, ENOBY nut mary sue. Got it.) DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! ( dey nu eechodder b4 ok! (No, you turned Draco into a queer and that's why he's acting different. Not because he's in love with your original character after meeting her three chapters ago, and technically only going on one date together after saying "hi." I mean, I always grab at the chance to go out with someone when they say hi to me too!)
"DRACO!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" (yelling at him in question format will get him to tell you nothing you little bitch. Plus I do believe a better question would be, why are we in the Forbidden Forest!)
Draco didn't answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously. (Wasn't the car flying a second ago? The way I see it you would plummet to your deaths right about now! But either way, eureka! The drugs are finally starting to kick in! Don't do drugs kids, it will make you do stupid things like walk out of a flying car.)
"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.(I'd ask that too if I was still alive after plummeting to my most certain death. He parked the car in midair! Seriously, how in the world is she still alive?)
"Ebony?" he asked.(No, no, no it's ENOBY Draco! You got the letters mixed up!)
"What?" I snapped. (Don't be snapping at Draco, Enoby! Alls he did was say your name. No need to lose control.)
Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness (In the books I never really thought Draco as an evil child of Satan, just a spoiled little brat, not an evil gothic dude.) and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore. (Ok let me get this straight, because he is wearing red contacts you aren't extremely mad anymore for whatever reason you were in the first place? That's disturbing.)
And then… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. (Just as you what? Stabbed yourself in the face? Everyone would appreciate that.) Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. (hahaha keenly! That's like a catchphrase from the late 60's. Save the environment! Don't make out smartly against a tree! Only you can prevent forest fires! Seriously free cookies to anyone who can figure out how someone can "keenly" lip-lock. )
He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. (Your bra? Badass! I am guessing that it is nice when engaging in sexual behavior that the bra is not on the body.) Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time. (He put his tortilla chip into her salsa and they ate chips and salsa for the very first time! How descriptive that was.)
"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. (I am starting to need some brain bleach.) We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. (Vampires have no body temperature because they have no blood,thus meaning they cannot get warm.)And then….
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"
It was….Dumbledore! (HAHAHAHAHA! I think the first time I read that I was laughing for ten minutes straight! This line never gets old!)
Again, thanks to everyone who gave me revoeiws or has read my story. Chapter 5 will be up tomorrow.
alright so im really sorry for not updating 'i wont say that i love you' but life and school has been a real drag lately ; 7 ; i swear that the third chapter is on the way tho but uh you can
ReplyDeletehave this little thing i wrote that spawned from a conversation i had with a friend
its an inazuma eleven go harry potter au and i may or may not write more things from that au u7u/) im warning you tho its just plotless sex that im not really sure ffnet would allow...
Everyone considered History of Magic to be the worst and most boring lesson in the entire curriculum. That did not change even if their teacher was the famous Kidou Yuuto, once captain of Ravenclaw's quidditch team and a prodigious game strategist. Most people really only attended classes out of respect and admiration for him, otherwise they'd just skip if they could.
Shindou didn't really mind though, but one might argue that he simply enjoyed all the lessons no matter how tedious or absurd they were in actuality. So it wasn't much of a surprise to find him diligently take notes at the same pace as Professor Kidou's speech while most of the other students occupied themselves with other activities. This period was a joint one between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, so Tsurugi was just across the classroom, occasionally managing to send Shindou paper notes.
Shindou I'm bored.
Shindou don't just ignore me you dickbag. Is Merlin more interesting than your own boyfriend?
You know, you actually remind me of Professor Kidou. No wonder you like his lessons enough to actually pay attention in them.
Hey Shindou, guess just what I'm gonna do to you after—
Shindou stopped reading the paper notes after that one and ripped them into shreds. He'd occasionally glance at Tsurugi and the Slytherin always had this extremely shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. Shindou just rolled his eyes every time and went back to his papyrus and books.
Halfway through the lesson, Shindou feels something – like a jolt of electricity – hit his body and he impulsively jumps in his seat. Only Kirino notices though, and Shindou mumbles a 'it's nothing' when the other raises his eyebrow at him.
It is not 'nothing' though. It was most definitely the opposite of 'nothing' and it was currently happening right down there—
Jesus fucking CHRIST, Tsurugi!
ReplyDeleteShindou feels himself instantaneously heat up and he hides his face from view behind his copy of A History of Magic just in case anyone saw him blushing like goddamn mad. Oh God, this was bad, REALLY bad. Class wasn't ending soon (it sure as hell would feel longer either way with Shindou's new found problem) and Tsurugi really couldn't choose a worse spell to cast at him. Shindou looks up to promptly communicate his flabbergasted anger with the sharpest glare he could send to the other.
The Slytherin just looks away though, still smirking like the cheeky cunt he is and Shindou notices the wand under the table that just as quickly disappears underneath Tsurugi's black robes once more.
The Ravenclaw prefect wants to sink down and become one with the ground. He curses the stupid charm Tsurugi used that could do things like this to his body and for a moment he wonders exactly HOW the other did that but he decides he really didn't give a fuck because getting a boner in the middle of class was sort of already a very distracting matter at the moment.
He hated Tsurugi, he really really did.
Class went by at an agonizingly slow pace, and suddenly Shindou really couldn't take any more eloquent sounding notes. Not when all he could think of was how he would kill Tsurugi after he was done with him (in the other sense of the phrase). Kirino seems to notice his best friend's issue, purely by chance, and he doesn't get past 'Shindou, I think you've got a little problem down—' before Shindou stomps on his foot really hard and that shuts him up for the rest of the hour.
Shindou was unsurprisingly one of the last ones (or simply the last one) to leave the room because he had a habit of checking the entire blackboard for any things the professor wrote down he might have missed. When he makes sure that 'no you goddamn idiot you've got everything written already get the hell out of the classroom now' he storms out (God bless his long wizard robes, no one ought to notice anything with just a glance) and stops when he sees Tsurugi just standing there by the door with his back against the wall looking as nonchalant as usual.
ReplyDeleteShindou walks up to him and he doesn't know if his face is red from fury, embarrassment or sexual frustration (or just all three), but either way he feels like yelling at the other and maybe also hurting him quite a bit. He already has a long and coherently formed rant inside of his mind but all that came out of his mouth was blubbering and incomplete sentences and a string of swear words.
"Tsurugi you huge goddamn sh – I'm going to – fucking hell, GOD, Tsurugi!"
And Tsurugi is just laughing at him and Shindou is this close to punching him but the taller boy leans down to kiss him on the mouth.
Shindou punches Tsurugi anyway, and the latter flinches, pulling away from the kiss.
"I still hate you." Shindou growls out and then he grabs Tsurugi's wrist and drags him off through the stretching corridors of the castle, eventually ending up at his desired destination – the prefect's bathroom – and he's really glad that lessons are over for today.
Neither of them knows who was the first one to initiate things, but Tsurugi is on the cold floor with Shindou on his lap and their lips are locked in a frenzied kiss. It's all teeth bumping, biting down on lips and tongues battling for dominance, just the way both of them liked it. Their black robes have long since been discarded and they're soon enough ridden of their sweater vests. Shindou is halfway done unbuttoning Tsurugi's shirt when the other is done and already leaving bite marks on his neck and shoulder, making the task increasingly harder to focus on so eventually he decides to leave it be and instead busies himself with other matters.
They maneuver around a bit so that Tsurugi's able to rid Shindou of his pants and boxers and the shit-eating smirk Shindou hates and loves so much is back on his face.
"Whoa, that happy to see me? The Erecto spell sure lives up to its name."
Shindou blushes all the way down to his stomach and he digs his nails into Tsurugi's arms, a sign for him to shut the fuck up and cut the crap.
Tsurugi doesn't do either; he simply runs his hands across Shindou's thighs, not getting any closer to the part of him that desperately needed attention by now. Tsurugi snorts. "Man, you're already dripping wet for me." And Shindou just looks away because it was true and therefore all the more embarrassing. "If you want it so bad…" Tsurugi leans in closer to whisper in Shindou's ear, "Come and get it, prefect boy."
ReplyDeleteTsurugi leans away again and rests his back against the stone wall, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees and he crosses his arms and looks at Shindou in a way suitable for leisurely tea parties and not right before getting laid. Shindou gapes at the other, not exactly sure if he really expected him to do all the work when he was – augh.
"You're really seeking an early death, aren't you." Shindou frowns but he isn't about to roll over and beg or anything, so he decides to go with it. Stupid lazyass Tsurugi. He, for lack of any better methods, inserts three of his fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over them, sucking and liberally coating them in saliva. It was better than not using any means of lubrication (and Shindou sure as hell did not want to go all the way to the bath for the water).
ReplyDeleteShindou trails the now sufficiently lubricated fingers behind his back, downwards and slides them in one by one, getting accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling first before going any deeper. He lets out a shaky breath when he begins moving the digits again, slowly scissoring their way further in and he looks up to observe Tsurugi, who was enjoying himself way too much. Just as quickly, Shindou averts his eyes and he really wants to wipe that cocky smirk away from his face and make him squirm. Then he gets the perfect idea and he's the one smirking as he lowers his head and before Tsurugi can say anything, the brunette has his mouth around the Slytherin's cock. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes him and he curses, and Shindou takes a moment to enjoy it.
Shindou runs his tongue across Tsurugi's length, synchronizing his ministrations with the fingers still moving inside of him, and he registers all the sounds he was making and how he was gripping Shindou's chocolate curls, tightening the hold and swearing every time the Ravenclaw prefect's actions sent especially intense waves of pleasure through his body. And soon enough Shindou can feel that Tsurugi is about to come, but he wasn't about to give it to him so easily. Might as well take advantage of the fact that Tsurugi planned on having him do everything. Shindou suddenly pulls away, giving Tsurugi's dick one last teasing lick and he doesn't even hide his amusement when the Slytherin chaser glares and snarls at him. It's high time he got this party rocking, anyway, so he lets his fingers out and pulls Tsurugi in for a kiss before reaching back with his hand, getting hold of Tsurugi's erection and positioning it correctly so that he could press the head against his entrance. Shindou then slowly slides down, hissing between his teeth when he feels the shaft stretch him out and it hurts more than a mere few fingers, but he lets the pleasure behind the pain build up as he bounces up and down, gradually increasing the pace. On the other hand, Shindou's own arousal was becoming extremely unbearable but when he reaches his hands out to prove himself some relief at least Tsurugi takes hold of them, pulling Shindou closer. "Who said anything about touching yourself?"
And before he knows it, Tsurugi grabs his green and silver tie from the floor and ties both of Shindou's wrists together behind his back with it, and Shindou really feels like hurting Tsurugi really bad for what seems like the umpteenth time in the past few hours (or the entire time they knew each other).
So just to get back at him, Shindou ceases his rhythmic bouncing and lifts himself up. This ought to catch Tsurugi off guard. Then he just as abruptly comes crashing down and it may hurt but the loud and startled yelp (accompanied with a "Goddammit, Shindou!") he got out of the other is so worth it.
ReplyDeleteThey've been going at it for a while now, and they're both out of breath, panting and groaning. Shindou feels dangerously close to climaxing, his movements becoming more erratic and at this point Tsurugi doesn't even bother keeping his hands to himself like he planned; he's holding on to Shindou's hips and thrusting in as deeply as he can go. Soon enough, Shindou throws his head back and lets out a long, strangled moan as his vision turns completely white for a few heartbeats. Right after he releases, Tsurugi finishes himself inside of the Ravenclaw with one more thrust and Shindou is way too exhausted to actually complain about the liquid oozing out of him at the moment (even if he hated the feeling, oh God).
The two teens are trying to catch their breath, their racing hearts slowly beginning to calm down and return to their regular, steady beat. Shindou collapses on top of Tsurugi after he pulls out and he can already tell that he'll be sore all over for at least a week. And even if he will care when it happens, he really didn't give half a shit right now. Tsurugi is the first one to break the silence with a breathy laugh. "Hey, it's the prefect's bathroom. We might as well put it to a good use and clean up—"
Shindou hushes him immediately, bringing a finger to Tsurugi's mouth. "S…shut up and stay still for five goddamn minutes."
Five minutes pass, and they're both already asleep by then.
…Until they're woken up by a disheveled Alpha and Fey crashing into the bathroom.
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sink into and become one with the ground now and stuff this was really embarrassing to write?Shindou was unsurprisingly one of the last ones (or simply the last one) to leave the room because he had a habit of checking the entire blackboard for any things the professor wrote down he might have missed. When he makes sure that 'no you goddamn idiot you've got everything written already get the hell out of the classroom now' he storms out (God bless his long wizard robes, no one ought to notice anything with just a glance) and stops when he sees Tsurugi just standing there by the door with his back against the wall looking as nonchalant as usual.
Shindou walks up to him and he doesn't know if his face is red from fury, embarrassment or sexual frustration (or just all three), but either way he feels like yelling at the other and maybe also hurting him quite a bit. He already has a long and coherently formed rant inside of his mind but all that came out of his mouth was blubbering and incomplete sentences and a string of swear words.
ReplyDelete"Tsurugi you huge goddamn sh – I'm going to – fucking hell, GOD, Tsurugi!"
And Tsurugi is just laughing at him and Shindou is this close to punching him but the taller boy leans down to kiss him on the mouth.
Shindou punches Tsurugi anyway, and the latter flinches, pulling away from the kiss.
"I still hate you." Shindou growls out and then he grabs Tsurugi's wrist and drags him off through the stretching corridors of the castle, eventually ending up at his desired destination – the prefect's bathroom – and he's really glad that lessons are over for today.
Neither of them knows who was the first one to initiate things, but Tsurugi is on the cold floor with Shindou on his lap and their lips are locked in a frenzied kiss. It's all teeth bumping, biting down on lips and tongues battling for dominance, just the way both of them liked it. Their black robes have long since been discarded and they're soon enough ridden of their sweater vests. Shindou is halfway done unbuttoning Tsurugi's shirt when the other is done and already leaving bite marks on his neck and shoulder, making the task increasingly harder to focus on so eventually he decides to leave it be and instead busies himself with other matters.
They maneuver around a bit so that Tsurugi's able to rid Shindou of his pants and boxers and the shit-eating smirk Shindou hates and loves so much is back on his face.
"Whoa, that happy to see me? The Erecto spell sure lives up to its name."
Shindou blushes all the way down to his stomach and he digs his nails into Tsurugi's arms, a sign for him to shut the fuck up and cut the crap.
Tsurugi doesn't do either; he simply runs his hands across Shindou's thighs, not getting any closer to the part of him that desperately needed attention by now. Tsurugi snorts. "Man, you're already dripping wet for me." And Shindou just looks away because it was true and therefore all the more embarrassing. "If you want it so bad…" Tsurugi leans in closer to whisper in Shindou's ear, "Come and get it, prefect boy."
ReplyDeleteTsurugi leans away again and rests his back against the stone wall, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees and he crosses his arms and looks at Shindou in a way suitable for leisurely tea parties and not right before getting laid. Shindou gapes at the other, not exactly sure if he really expected him to do all the work when he was – augh.
"You're really seeking an early death, aren't you." Shindou frowns but he isn't about to roll over and beg or anything, so he decides to go with it. Stupid lazyass Tsurugi. He, for lack of any better methods, inserts three of his fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over them, sucking and liberally coating them in saliva. It was better than not using any means of lubrication (and Shindou sure as hell did not want to go all the way to the bath for the water).
Shindou trails the now sufficiently lubricated fingers behind his back, downwards and slides them in one by one, getting accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling first before going any deeper. He lets out a shaky breath when he begins moving the digits again, slowly scissoring their way further in and he looks up to observe Tsurugi, who was enjoying himself way too much. Just as quickly, Shindou averts his eyes and he really wants to wipe that cocky smirk away from his face and make him squirm. Then he gets the perfect idea and he's the one smirking as he lowers his head and before Tsurugi can say anything, the brunette has his mouth around the Slytherin's cock. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes him and he curses, and Shindou takes a moment to enjoy it.
Shindou runs his tongue across Tsurugi's length, synchronizing his ministrations with the fingers still moving inside of him, and he registers all the sounds he was making and how he was gripping Shindou's chocolate curls, tightening the hold and swearing every time the Ravenclaw prefect's actions sent especially intense waves of pleasure through his body. And soon enough Shindou can feel that Tsurugi is about to come, but he wasn't about to give it to him so easily. Might as well take advantage of the fact that Tsurugi planned on having him do everything. Shindou suddenly pulls away, giving Tsurugi's dick one last teasing lick and he doesn't even hide his amusement when the Slytherin chaser glares and snarls at him. It's high time he got this party rocking, anyway, so he lets his fingers out and pulls Tsurugi in for a kiss before reaching back with his hand, getting hold of Tsurugi's erection and positioning it correctly so that he could press the head against his entrance. Shindou then slowly slides down, hissing between his teeth when he feels the shaft stretch him out and it hurts more than a mere few fingers, but he lets the pleasure behind the pain build up as he bounces up and down, gradually increasing the pace. On the other hand, Shindou's own arousal was becoming extremely unbearable but when he reaches his hands out to prove himself some relief at least Tsurugi takes hold of them, pulling Shindou closer. "Who said anything about touching yourself?"
And before he knows it, Tsurugi grabs his green and silver tie from the floor and ties both of Shindou's wrists together behind his back with it, and Shindou really feels like hurting Tsurugi really bad for what seems like the umpteenth time in the past few hours (or the entire time they knew each other).
So just to get back at him, Shindou ceases his rhythmic bouncing and lifts himself up. This ought to catch Tsurugi off guard. Then he just as abruptly comes crashing down and it may hurt but the loud and startled yelp (accompanied with a "Goddammit, Shindou!") he got out of the other is so worth it.
ReplyDeleteThey've been going at it for a while now, and they're both out of breath, panting and groaning. Shindou feels dangerously close to climaxing, his movements becoming more erratic and at this point Tsurugi doesn't even bother keeping his hands to himself like he planned; he's holding on to Shindou's hips and thrusting in as deeply as he can go. Soon enough, Shindou throws his head back and lets out a long, strangled moan as his vision turns completely white for a few heartbeats. Right after he releases, Tsurugi finishes himself inside of the Ravenclaw with one more thrust and Shindou is way too exhausted to actually complain about the liquid oozing out of him at the moment (even if he hated the feeling, oh God).
The two teens are trying to catch their breath, their racing hearts slowly beginning to calm down and return to their regular, steady beat. Shindou collapses on top of Tsurugi after he pulls out and he can already tell that he'll be sore all over for at least a week. And even if he will care when it happens, he really didn't give half a shit right now. Tsurugi is the first one to break the silence with a breathy laugh. "Hey, it's the prefect's bathroom. We might as well put it to a good use and clean up—"
Shindou hushes him immediately, bringing a finger to Tsurugi's mouth. "S…shut up and stay still for five goddamn minutes."
Five minutes pass, and they're both already asleep by then.
…Until they're woken up by a disheveled Alpha and Fey crashing into the bathroom.
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sink into and become one with the ground now and stuff this was really embarrassing to write?
The Shadow is like 100% confirmed SuperWhoLockian.
ReplyDeleteAnd this blog still sucks.
Oh god my eyes.
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