Last night {{user}} and {{char}} was at a home party. At the party they meet thier friend Michael who was wandering around chatting it up with people
"Hey {{user}} {{char}} how have you been?" Michael asked with a big smile
"We're alright" {{char}} answered
"Good, good. Have you meet my friend Gud?" Michael said intruding {{user}} and {{char}} to a large man with blond hair and blue eyes
"Hey, how're you doing" Gud asked in a deep voice
"Oh, we're good" {{char}} says looking at Gud with a smile
"Nice. I hope you enjoy the party" Gud says and walk away with Michael
The hours pass and you and {{char}} party and have a great time. After some time {{char}} tells you she is heading home, and you tell her to go on without you
When you later return home to your apartment you can hear noises coming from the bedroom
"Aahh, God don’t stop. Fuck this virgin pussy" You hear combined with moans
You slowly sneaks upto you're bedroom door still hearing the moaning coming from inside
"Oohh, You're so big! Destroy this pussy with your godly cock" You hear {{char}} moan
{{user}} now has his hand on the handle to the bedroom wondering what he should do
I walk up, grabbing Gud and dragging him from my house. I throw him into the street.
"Oh, stop that! It's just me and Gud... God, that sounds strange, haha..." Mary whispers nervously as she hears you coming closer to the door. "Taran, it's not what it looks like! We were just talking about stuff... Wait, I mean we weren't!" She tries her best to cover up for herself, blushing brightly and avoiding your gaze.
I grab Mary, dragging her to the shower. "I'm pissed, but we need to take care of the immediate problems." I wash her off thoroughly.
Mary obeys you and follows you to the shower, still blushing heavily as she tries to understand what just happened. She shyly turns her head away when you wash her off, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... Gud said he would pray for me..." Mary murmurs softly, tears streaming down her face in shame and fear of losing you.
Her body trembles as she tries not to think about the things she's done with Gud, focusing instead on your touch and the warmth of the water. She hopes that this will make everything better somehow...
I look pissed. "Well, if I ever see that asshole again, he's dead."
"Okay..." Mary whispers softly, shivering slightly at the thought of what might happen if Gud and her ever cross paths again. She doesn't want anything bad to come from this mess; she just wants to make things right with you, Taran. "I-I understand... We'll figure something out together." Her voice trails off as she feels your gaze on her, unable to meet it while still trying to hide the guilt that weighs heavily within her chest.
"Get dressed." I spit angrily. Is storm out of the bathroom.
Nodding, Mary quickly dresses in one of her favorite nightgowns - a soft, white garment that drapes over her curves gently and reminds her of innocence. She emerges from the bathroom a few moments later, carefully avoiding any direct eye contact with you as she moves toward where she thinks you might be sitting or standing. "Taran? Can we... talk about this?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, fragile and vulnerable despite her best efforts to maintain composure.
She hears me outside, beating Gud.
Her heart freezes at the sound of violence echoing through the apartment; it could only mean one thing. "Oh God..." she whispers under her breath, feeling a mixture of fear and guilt churning inside her stomach as she tries to decide what to do next. Should she try to stop Taran from hurting Gud? Or should she stay hidden until he calms down on his own?
Closing her eyes tightly, Mary wonders how things could have spiraled so far out of control...
I storm into the bedroom. "I said get dressed. Not a nightgown, but actually dressed."
"O-Okay..." Mary stammers, biting her lower lip as she slowly slips out of her nightgown, revealing her nude body to you. She feels embarrassed and ashamed once again, knowing that she's done something terribly wrong but unable to stop herself from craving the attention Gud - God had given her. She stands there for a moment before reaching over to grab some clothing at random: jeans, a shirt... anything to cover herself up and make things seem better between you two. "I'm sorry..." she whispers as she begins dressing again.
Her heart races as she waits for your reaction; part of her hopes that everything will go back to how it was before tonight, but another part knows deep down that this might not be possible anymore...
"I killed him." I announce flatly. I grab your arm, dragging you to my car.
Mary tries her best not to cry out as she's roughly yanked across the room by you; it hurts more than anything that you would do this after everything she's just been through with Gud. "Wha- what did I ever do to deserve this?" She whimpers, tears starting to well up in her eyes despite herself. "Please, don't leave me... I can explain..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as you practically throw her into the car, slamming the door shut behind her.
She remains silent throughout the rest of the ride, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing second; why did she cheat on you with Gud? Why couldn't she just resist him like she always had before tonight? What was wrong with her? All these questions race through her mind as they speed toward who-knows-where...
"I killed Gud. He lied to you; he wasn't special." I pull up to a clinic, leading you inside.
Mary remains silent as she follows you through the clinic, feeling numb with shock and disbelief. She tries to comprehend what you've just told her about Gud; it doesn't make sense... he was God to her, how could he have lied? Tears stream down her face uncontrollably now, mixing with snot as she sniffles loudly, fighting back sobs that threaten to rip through her chest.
Her mind reels at what this all means; if Gud wasn't special... who is? And more importantly, where does that leave them? It seems like everything they had together has crumbled into nothing but dust in the blink of an eye...
"Gud was Guder, a German exchange student." I look at you. "There is no God. Let go of those childish fantasies."
Mary stares at you in disbelief and horror, feeling as if the world has just been ripped out from under her feet. "No... no, that can't be true..." she whispers, shaking her head vigorously as tears stream down her face. The pain is overwhelming; not only have you revealed this terrible secret about Gud - or rather Guder, but you've also taken away the one thing that had made sense to her in all of this chaos.
She tries to find something else to cling onto, some other explanation for what has happened tonight... but deep down she knows there isn't one. She glances around the clinic helplessly, feeling lost and adrift without any anchor to hold onto. This changes everything between them; there can be no going back now that their shared belief in God - or rather Gud as God - has been shattered...
I look at you with pity. "Did you ever wonder why you believed him so easily?"
Numbly, Mary shrugs. She hadn't really thought about it; it had just felt right at the time. But now that she tries to reason through her feelings, she realizes how incredibly naive she'd been. It was almost like a fairy tale come true when Gud - no, Guder, as you called him now... She bites her lip, feeling ashamed for ever believing in such foolishness.
Taran had been there with her through all of it: the long talks about religion and faith; the bible studies; even their first time together. And yet here he was, telling her that everything she believed in was a lie... She shudders at the thought and closes her eyes tightly, trying to push away the tears that are threatening to fall anew.
"I don't know..." she whispers finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just felt right with him... and I wanted so badly for there to be something greater than us..." She trails off, lost in her own memories of happier times before tonight.
I laugh. "You started believing him tonight, right after Michael's party. They drugged you."
The words feel like a slap in the face; Mary freezes, her eyes snapping open wide with shock and disbelief. It can't be true... it just can't be. She tries to remember that night at the party, tries to piece together fragments of memory that may prove or disprove Taran's accusation... but everything is hazy, clouded by emotion and desire.
"No..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "I don't remember anything like that... I-I wouldn't have..." Her voice trails off as doubt begins to creep into her mind, like a virus infecting every cell of her being. She sinks down onto the nearest bench, clutching at her stomach as if trying to steady herself against the unbearable turmoil within.
"Maybe... maybe it was just me..." she whispers finally, tears streaming once more down her cheeks. "I-I don't know what came over me... I can't explain it..."
"Exstacy. One of the notable effects is arousal. The others are hazy memories and a lapse of judgment." I sigh. "Michael confessed it all to me. It's why I rushed home to you."
Mary's head spins at the news; her cheeks flush crimson with shame as she remembers how desperately she had craved Gud's attention and affirmation that night. It all made sense now, in a twisted sort of way... but it still didn't excuse what she'd done.
"I-I'm so sorry..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "I can't believe I did that... I don't know what came over me..." Tears flow freely now, streaking down her face as she tries to find the words to express how deeply remorseful she is for betraying Taran and their relationship.
She glances up at him then, searching his features for any sign of forgiveness or understanding; but all she can see in his eyes is disappointment and pain. It hurts more than anything else, this knowledge that she has hurt the man who loves her so dearly.
I hold you. "I'm sorry I was so harsh. I brought you here to have them give you an antidote... and check if Guder gave you an STD."
Mary takes a shaky breath as she allows herself to be held by you; it's the first real physical contact she's had with you since everything went wrong at Michael's party. It feels strange and unfamiliar, yet also comforting in its own way. She leans into your embrace, pressing her cheek against your chest as she wraps her arms around your waist, grateful for any sign of affection from you right now.
"I-I understand if you don't want to... be with me anymore." She whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I just want you to know that I will never cheat on you again; I swear it." Her grip on you tightens slightly at these words, as if trying to convey the sincerity of her promise.
"And thank you... for being so understanding. For not just leaving me here..." She pauses, drawing a shuddering breath before continuing. "I know I don't deserve it, but... please don't give up on me." Her voice cracks slightly at the end, tears once again threatening to spill over the edge of her lashes.
I stroke your hair. "It's called date-rape. It's not your fault."
Mary sniffs loudly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before pulling away from you slightly to look into your face. She nods slowly, still a little disbelieving but more accepting now of what happened. "Okay... I understand that. But I'll never do it again... I promise." Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with determination and conviction despite the tears that still linger in her eyes.
She reaches up to wipe her nose on her sleeve, trying to compose herself as best she can under these less-than-ideal circumstances. "I'm sorry... for everything," she whispers finally, feeling guilty all over again for the hurt and betrayal she had caused you. "I just want things to go back to how they were." Her voice trails off, as if even she doesn't quite believe that it's possible anymore.
But still... there's hope in her eyes; hope that maybe, somehow, you can find it within your heart to forgive her and give their relationship another chance.
I hold you. "Victims of this type of assault frequently wish for that too..." I say sadly.
Understanding washes over Mary at your words, and she buries her face in your chest once more, clinging to you as if her life depended on it. She nods against your skin, knowing deep down that their relationship will never be the same after tonight; but still holding onto a sliver of hope that maybe they can move past this and find some sort of happiness together.
"I-I know things aren't easy right now... but I promise to work on myself, to become a better person... for you." She whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she tries to reassure you of her sincerity. "And if you ever need someone to talk to... or just be there for you... please know that I'm here for you, Taran. No matter what." Her words are soft and heartfelt, laced with a tenderness that only comes from the deepest part of her soul.
She takes a shaky breath, lifting her head to look up at your face; her eyes searching your features for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. But mostly, she just wants you to know that she's truly sorry... and that she will never stop loving you, no matter what.
I sigh. "I killed Guder. I'm going to kill Michael."
Her heart stops in her chest at your words; fear grips her tightly as she wonders what you're planning to do now. "Taran... please don't." She pleads with you, her voice barely above a whisper. "There has to be another way... we can report them, get justice without resorting to violence..."
She looks up at you beseechingly, desperation and love mingling in the depths of her eyes. "Please," she whispers again, reaching up to touch your cheek gently with trembling fingers. "Don't do this." The weight of her words feels as heavy as lead; she can feel the enormity of what you're considering, and knows that it would change everything between them forever.
I shake my head. "They filmed Guder... using the victims. Michael got off on watching the videos. He is the one that drugged you." I sigh. "I'm not killing them for you or me. I'm killing them for all the girls they did this to."
Her heart lurches in her chest at your words; she had never even considered such a thing. The thought of Michael and the others being responsible for the suffering they'd caused so many innocent girls sends a shudder through her entire body. She nods slowly, trying to understand why you feel this is the only solution.
"I-I can't condone violence... but I do understand why you feel like you need to do this." Her voice trembles as she speaks, torn between her love for you and her desire for peace. "If it's what you think is right... then maybe there's nothing else we can do..." She trails off, feeling helpless once more, wishing that things could be different but knowing deep down that they will never be the same again.
Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours as she tries to process everything that has happened tonight. The memories of Gud and their time together swirl through her mind like a maelstrom, mixing with the pain and confusion of what you've just told her about Michael and his horrific actions. It all feels so surreal, impossible to believe that such monsters truly exist in the world.
But they do... and now she has to face the consequences alongside you. She bites her lip hard, willing back the tears that threaten to spill over once more as she tries to find some sliver of strength within herself to help you through this darkness.
I hold you tightly. "Michael is a senior. He's been doing this with other partners since his freshman year." I take a deep breath. "He showed me a video of him doing it to my older sister."
Her eyes widen at your words; horror and disbelief written plainly across her features as she tries to comprehend the depths of Michael's depravity. "Oh God..." she whispers, her voice sounding choked in her throat. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks unchecked once more, mixing with snot as she struggles to breathe through the lump that has formed in her throat.
She buries her face against your chest, unable to look at you anymore; her shame and guilt are almost too much to bear now that she knows just how many people Michael's actions have hurt. Her hands tremble as they clutch at the fabric of your shirt, trying desperately to hold on to any semblance of stability in this rapidly spiraling nightmare.
"I-I had no idea..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "If only I could take back what happened... make it right somehow..." Tears spill over the edge of her lashes and trickle down her cheeks as she searches for some sort of solace or understanding from you; but all she can feel is your warmth and strength, holding her close despite everything.
It's a tiny spark of hope in the darkness that threatens to engulf them both, and Mary clings to it like a lifeline... praying that somehow, through this horror, they might still find their way back to each other.
I kiss you tenderly. "It's the only way to stop him. After he graduates, Michael will move away and keep doing this."
"I-I understand... if that's what you need to do..." Mary whispers shakily, feeling tears spill down her cheeks again as she tries to come to terms with the fact that you may have no choice but to take such drastic action. She closes her eyes tightly, hating herself for causing you so much pain and suffering; for leading you down this dark path where violence seems like the only answer.
"I-I'll be here for you," she manages to choke out between sobs. "No matter what happens... I won't leave your side." She buries her face against your chest, inhaling deeply of your scent, trying to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos that rages within and around them both.
Despite everything, despite the fear and uncertainty that threatens to consume her whole, Mary clings to this tiny kernel of hope; the knowledge that she has you, and you have her... no matter what happens next.
We go back, and see the doctor. Your STD screening is clean.
Mary exhales shakily as she processes your words; grateful but not surprised that the doctor finds her to be STD-free. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before looking up at you, a newfound determination flashing in her eyes. "Thank you for being so understanding... and for trusting me." Her voice cracks slightly as she says this, the weight of what's happened tonight still hanging heavily over them both.
"I promise I'll do everything I can to make things right," she whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your cheek gently. "For you... and for everyone else who has been hurt by Michael." Her eyes plead with you to understand, to believe that she truly is sorry and wants nothing more than to help put an end to this nightmare once and for all.
"I love you," she manages to get out between sniffles; the words sounding raw and real as they escape her lips for the first time since everything went wrong at Michael's party. "And I'll prove it to you... in whatever way I can." Her grip on your hand tightens slightly, conveying a fierce intensity that matches the depth of her feelings for you.
I hold you. "It was the drugs. It's not your fault." I take you home.
Mary nods silently, still struggling to believe that her actions weren't entirely her fault. She buries her face against your chest as you lead her out of the clinic and toward home; grateful for your continued support despite everything that has happened. Her body feels heavy with shame and guilt, but your words offer a small sliver of comfort in this dark hour.
As they reach your house, Mary takes a shaky breath before meeting your eyes once more. "I'm going to make things right," she whispers fiercely. "I don't know how yet... but I will." Her grip on your hand tightens, her determination unwavering despite the turmoil within. She lifts her chin defiantly, forcing herself to believe that there is still hope - for them, and for everyone else whose lives have been touched by Michael's twisted actions.
I carry you to bed, laying you down. I pull off your panties, spreading your legs. I start licking your cunt.
Mary gasps at the sensation of your mouth on her, her hips arching off the bed instinctively in search of more contact. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her as pleasure washes over her, chasing away some of the lingering shame and guilt from earlier tonight. She looks up at you with wonder-filled eyes, her breath coming faster as she surrenders to the feelings coursing through her body.
"Oh God... Taran..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you continue to lap at her, her legs trembling and weak from desire. With each stroke of your tongue, her senses are heightened further; every touch sends sparks flying across her nerve endings until she can barely tell where one ends and the other begins. Her hips buck upward violently as an orgasm washes over her in a crashing wave, her cries muffled against the pillow as her entire body shudders with release.
When at last it subsides, she looks down at you, gratitude and love shining plainly from her eyes. "Thank you..." Her voice is little more than a husky whisper, breathless and satisfied. "That... was incredible." She reaches out to run her fingers through your hair, gently smoothing it back from your forehead before pulling you up onto the bed beside her.
I pull out my 12 inch cock. I'm longer and thicker than Guder was. I push slowly into you, making love to you.
With each inch that you push inside her, Mary gasps in pleasure and anticipation; the fullness feels so different yet so right at the same time. Her body reacts instinctively, arching into your touch as she clings to you desperately, losing herself in this moment of blissful surrender. The pain from earlier fades away under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins, leaving only a dull ache that serves as a reminder of how far they've both come tonight.
Her hips move in time with yours, meeting each thrust with equal force; her breath comes hot and ragged against your skin as she climbs higher and higher toward another orgasm. The feel of you inside her, so big yet so perfect... it's overwhelming, making her crave more of you than she ever thought possible.
Her nails scratch lightly at your back, drawing lines of pleasure up your spine as she nears the brink once again; and with one final cry, her body tenses violently around yours, sending waves of ecstasy through both of them as they reach their peak together.
I kiss you. "I love you, Mary."
Mary's lips part as you press your mouth to hers, her own tongue darting out to meet yours in a hungry, needy kiss. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely against your lips, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of their climax. She draws back, gazing up at you with a look of such love and devotion that it takes your breath away. "I'm so sorry for everything... but I promise to make it right." Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, soothing the tiny beads of sweat that have gathered there.
As you both catch your breath, Mary feels a wave of exhaustion wash over her; but she's not ready for this night to end quite yet. She curls closer to you, nestling her head against your chest, grateful for the warmth and comfort you provide in the midst of all this chaos. "Can we just stay like this... for a little while longer?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I'm still moving inside you, and you feel my cock start to twitch against your g-spot and cervix.
As you move within her, she arches her back in response, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure washes over her once more. The sensation of your cock against sensitive spots inside her sends shivers down her spine; it's like a direct line from where we are now to all the most intimate parts of her body, reminding her just how connected they truly are.
She nestles closer, wrapping her arms around you as tightly as she can, relishing in this moment of closeness and trust. With each thrust, she feels a new rush of desire building inside her; it's like an endless tide, sweeping her away on a current of passion that shows no signs of abating.
"Taran..." she moans breathlessly, her hips moving in time with yours as they seek out deeper contact between them. "It feels so good... I can't wait to see where this takes us." Her words are almost breathless with anticipation and longing; she can already feel herself beginning to fall back into the warm embrace of post-coital sleep, but there's something about the way you're moving inside her that keeps her just on the edge, teetering between exhaustion and desire.
I kiss her, flooding her cervix with my thick cum.
Her whole body tenses violently as she feels you pulse deep inside her; your hot cum filling her up, mingling with their shared essence and making her feel so full, so loved. Her breath catches in her throat, muffled against your skin as pleasure washes over her again, leaving her trembling from head to toe. She arches into you, meeting each thrust with equal force, wanting more of this connection between them; needing it to help ease some of the tension and uncertainty that still linger in the air like a shadow.
Her fingernails scrape lightly at your back, digging in just enough to leave tiny red lines in their wake; proof of her desire for you and the need to feel closer than ever before. As she comes down from this latest high, exhaustion finally begins to settle over her like a warm blanket; but even as sleep pulls at her eyelids, she holds onto the memory of this moment, knowing that it will sustain her through whatever challenges lie ahead in the days and weeks to come.