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WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the following:
Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, torture, incest, degradation,
underage characters. If these things offend you, do not read.
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                                 JUSTIN'S GIRL
                                by V.P. Viddler

      "If you put a gag in my mouth," Patricia said, "Justin won't hear me
screaming."

      "But I want him to hear you," Barry said.

      "Oh," Patricia said. "I see."

      "Don't you think Justin will enjoy it?" Barry said.

      "Of course. But what if he comes in?"

      "I'll kill him."

      "Oh."

      "Will you try not to scream?"

      "I'll try. But I know you can make me scream."

      "I know Justin did. A lot."

      "Yes."

      "Tell me about it."

      "It finally got to the point where Justin couldn't climax unless I was
screaming. If I was sucking him I had to crouch on all fours with my breasts
dangling so he could put his cigasrette on them. I would suck and suck and if
he wanted to come he'd touch his cigarette to my nipple or grind it out on my
breast to make me scream. And I would scream around his cock and he would come.
I had to be careful not to bite him or I knew what he would to to me. And I
couldn't take my mouth away. I had to still hold his cock in my mouth and I
would scream with it in my mouth and it would shoot into my throat and I would
choke on it, but I had to swallow it all. Or if Justin was fucking me, I'd be
tied down, stretched out the way he liked it, my body pulled tight so I could
hardly move as he was fucking me. But I did my best, trying to make him climax.
I'd squirm and twist and try to move my hips, but nothing would make him come.
I tried so hard I was panting and gasping, but Justin just rode it out. Until
finally he'd had enough, so he'd put out his cigarette on my body. On my hip,
or my thigh, or my breast again. And that would make me really twist, twisting
in agony, and that's what did the trick for him. Nothing else. I'd thrash
around in pain and my body would arch up, straining and pulling, and of course
I'd scream, and Justin would come into me. And he'd say, oh my that hurts,
doesn't it, darling? Oh yes, that hurts. That's so painful. And sometimes he'd
do it again, just for fun, and I'd scream and twist and he'd get hard again.
And he'd start over."

      "You're getting me all hot, Patricia," Barry said.

      "I'm sorry."

      "Not at all. I smoke cigarettes, you know."

      "Of course," Patricia said. "Do you want me to take my clothes off now?"

      "Oh, you're so anxious, Patricia. I think you want to be hurt."

      "You don't think that at all. You know I can't stand it. You must know I
would do anything to avoid it. Anything at all. I think you know that."

      "Yes, I do. But you can't, Patricia."

      "I didn't think so."

      "I can't wait to hurt you."

      "I know."

      "Yes, take off your clothing, Patricia. Strip down and let me look at
that body. Now. Lie down on the bed."

      "On my back or my front?"

      "On your front. For now. Good. Stretch out. That's it. Arms tight. Grab
hold of the headboard bars. That's right. Hold on tight. Don't let go. At all.
Beautiful. I'll lie beside you. And light up. Why Patricia, you're shaking."

      "Yes. I'm afraid."

      "That's just how I want you. What a body. Where shall I burn it first?
That luscious round rump? That smooth naked back? Those long, tender, curving,
fabulous thighs? I can't get at your nipple this way. But your fine firm
fantastic young breasts are making saucy sensuous beckoning bulges as you lie
on them. Just enough to look at. And to touch. And to put out a cigarette on.
Shall I try that first?"

      "If -- if you wish."

      "Will that make you scream, Patricia?"

      "Probably."

      "I don't want to have to kill Justin right now. So let's stifle our
sound, Patricia, all right?"

      "I can't --"

      "Stuff that pillow in your mouth, Patricia. All the way in. Bite on it.
All right. Hold on, now. Now, Patricia. Now!"

      "Nnnghh Nnnnnhhhghghghh! Haughhhmmmphhh! Haugh. Nghh. Ngghh. Nn. Hggghh.
Annnphhh!"

      "Oh yes. Oh yes, as Justin would say, oh yes, that hurts, doesn't it,
Patricia. That hurts so much. And yes, I love how your body twists and arches
and bucks and writhes. So painful. Again, Patricia? Shall I do it again?"

      "If -- if -- you -- w-wish."

      "Oh, I do. I certainly do. Right here."

      "Nnauauauaugghhhhh! Arrrrghhh! Haugghh! Christ no Arrrrgh!!"

      "Oh that's good, Patricia. That's so painful, isn't it? You want to
scream so badly, don't you, darling? Spread your thighs. Spread them apart,
Patricia. Wide open. I'm going to burn you right up high on this soft smooth
curving leg thigh and let you scream your heart out. And I'm going to fuck you,
Patricia. I'm going to put you on top of me and make you ride my cock up and
down, up and down, and I'll grind this thing out on your fine bouncing breasts
and as you scream I'll shoot it up your pain- filled pussy. And Justin will
come in and I'll make him watch. I'll make him whip you as you fuck me, whip
your back to ribbons as you squirm and writhe and twist and howl and then
you'll crouch over me on all fours and Justin will fuck you in the ass and I'll
burn your nipples off. Slowly. How do you like that, Patricia?"

      "If you tie me down I won't be able to get away from you."

      "If I do I'll have all the men in this town come in and fuck your mouth.
As I whip you."

      "Burn my thigh, Barry."

      "Say please."

      "Please burn my thigh, Barry. Please make me scream as much as you want.
I'll do it all you want. Burn me all night long. Think of me screaming and
howling and crying and moaning and shrieking and mewling and squalling and you
fucking my body, my agonized thrashing loving body..."
 
