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First Night(mare) in Singapore	By : Redfields Category: +A through F > Deus Ex Views: 4105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-First Night(mare) in Singapore
- 1
Megan Reed awoke in a strange room. Blearily opening her eyes, she looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Where was she? She squinted her eyes shut, but she couldn’t quite remember what had happened. There had been some sort of alarm … at the office? Bits and pieces came floating back from vague places in her memory. An alarm, lights flashing, fires, colleagues shouting, yelling, screaming, crying. Shadowy figures with black metal attached to them. Guns? Or augments? Suddenly, Adam in danger. She remembered picking up something to throw at his attacker. His face snapped into view, then everything went dark.

And here she was, in this strange room. She looked around, but there was nothing to see. She was sitting on the bed, with plain white sheets and a white blanket. There was no other furniture. The room was about 10’ by 10’. Across from the bed was a door.

Unsteadily, she rose to her feet and tried the knob o the door. Locked. Not from the inside, she discovered. She banged on the door with the heel of her hand. “Hello? Hey!” She called. “Is anyone there?” No one answered. She kept banging, her voice getting louder and more frantic. “Hey! Help! HEEELP!” Nothing.

She ceased her efforts and explored the room. Still nothing to see. The walls had no seems to pry at, the bed seemed like solid wood all the way down to the floor, the mattress comfortable but with nothing under it.

She let it drop back onto the bed and took a look at herself. Her jacket had been removed, her shirt, her pants, even her underwear. She was in a hospital gown. Thick, pocketless, and with no strings to tie it at the back. The edges seemed to adhere to each other, providing a modicum of modesty.

Sighing, she removed it, then checked her body. Some scrapes on her arms and legs, but nothing serious. She hadn’t been hurt in anyway. She might not have even been touched, but the change in her outfield put the lie to that. She shivered at the thought of someone examining her naked body while she was unconscious, and quickly re-donned the gown.

She had just sat down on the bed when the door opened. A tall woman stepped into the room and closed the door. Reed was so startled she was speechless for a moment. The woman was tall, height slightly increased by her mechanically augmented legs, but the rest of her seemed organic. Her skin was slightly darker, almost Mediterranean. The hair on the sides of her head was shaved off, but the long hair on top fell to the right side, almost to her chin.

When Megan’s voice returned, she questioned the woman. “Hey! Where am I?” The other woman was silently. “Where am I?!?” Reed practically shouted, but got no answer. “Who are you? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? Where am I?!?” Again, the woman stayed silent. In fact, she had barely moved, merely stared at Reed, as if looking at an object.

An image of the woman clicked in her memory. “You sonofabitch, you killed people!” Megan launched herself at the woman, trying to punch her. She was brought up short. Megan’s right wrist was caught easily in the woman’ left hand, while her right was around Megan’s throat. She was lifted up and slammed into the wall over the bed, her feet kicking but unable to find purchase. The woman let go of her right hand, and both of them scrabbled helplessly at the one around her throat.

Megan was starting to see black spots and panicking so badly she didn’t even realize the woman had sliced the hospital gown down the front. When the woman finally let Megan go, she slid down the wall into a heap on the bed, sucking in great gasps of air. Her throat felt raw and soar. She didn’t notice the woman had undressed until she looked up. The woman had a fantastic figure, with medium-sized breasts and full hips, but the most surprising thing about her was the erect, 9-inch penis rising from her groin.

Megan was completely taken aback. “You’re a …” she wondered in befuddlement. The woman nodded. It was only then that it dawned on Megan exactly what their nakedness implied. “No. Please, no. I can’t. I’ll do anything else. Please.” Her begging fell on deaf ears as the woman advanced on her. Megan shrank away, towards the back of the bed, but there was nowhere far enough away. The woman grabbed her ankles and yanked, pulling her rear nearly off the bed, then leaned over to get a handful of Megan’s hair. She pulled up, forcing her to sit up, but when Megan opened her mouth to cry out in pain, the woman plunged her cock inside. All Megan got out was a muffled grunt before the woman’s cock hit the back of her mouth.

The hand in her hair forced her head down and forwards. The woman thrust hard against her face, and then the cock in her mouth was suddenly down her throat. Megan gagged, her stomach heaving, but the cock prevented anything from coming up. Instead, mucus and saliva dripped from her mouth, slavering all over the cock and down her chin. It coated her lips when the woman pulled out an inch or two, giving Megan the briefest spark of hope, only to slam into her face again. Again, her stomach roiled and heaved, but her throat was blocked.

The savageness of the pummelling continued for half a minute, and Megan thought the woman would simply suffocate her and continue this facial defilement until she was finished. But the woman finally pulled her tool out of the scientist’s mouth, and Megan gasped for air, her lungs burning need for air too temporarily quashing her stomach’s need to heave.

Two deep, gasping breaths, and then her stomach began to catch up with her traumatized gag reflex, but it was no use. The woman still had a hold of her hair, and jammed her cock back down her throat. She gagged again, stomach heaving and tears streaming down her face, mixing with the mucus and saliva as it coated the cock violating her mouth.

After a few more thrusts, her gag reflex simply gave up. Her stomach settled down, but her lungs burned for air. A particularly viscous slam, a stay long enough for her to see spots, and then the cock pulled out so Megan could breathe again. She had time for two deep gasps, and then the cock plunged down her throat once more. She wasn’t even surprised. She was crying again, not from gagging, but from the futility and humiliation of it all.

Maybe the woman got off on her tears, she started speeding up, really hammering at her, both thrusting into her throat and slamming her head into the woman’s groin. She grunted, then again, and with one more powerful thrust, left her cock down Megan’s throat as she came. Torrents of semen gushed down into the scientist’s belly as the dick pulsed again and again. It never seemed to end, and it was really starting to fill up Megan’s stomach. The woman grunted and groaned throughout.

Megan was uncomfortably full and seeing spots again by the time the jet of semen trickled to a halt and she was allowed to breathe again. Deep breaths didn’t much for her stomach, so she took shallow ones, in between her sobs.

Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around her circumstances, shifting from thinking of herself as a self-reliant scientist to a rape victim, completely unable to stop what had happened. It took her a few seconds to realize what else was happening. The woman had used the remnants of her robe to tie her wrists to her knees.

Still on her back, she quickly brought her knees together, and that seemed to be that. But the woman did something to her own leg, letting her hand get covered in oil. She smeared the oil on her cock, now erect again after the viscous blowjob, and use the remaining oil on Megan’s … “no, not there, please, no, why?” the scientist pleaded as her virgin anus was lubed up. But her please continued to be unheard, or simply ignored.

Satisfied, the woman wrenched Megan’s knees apart, and there was nothing Megan could do. The cock was quickly aimed, and then jammed in. Megan howled in agony. Her back passage was on fire, as if the cock was made of molten lava instead of flesh and blood. Her anal muscles were torn asunder, forced apart by the woman’s inevitable advance. Her cries were muffled by the woman’s hand on her covering her mouth.

The woman slammed into her repeatedly, one hand keeping her victim silenced, the other keeping her knees apart. Megan felt like acid was eating through her bowels, the torture was so excruciating. After what seemed like forever, while she tried her damnedest to simply put her mind in a different place, or at least pass out from the agony, the pain faded to a sharp stabbing around her entrance, and a dull ache in her rectum and lower bowels.

Some small recess of her mind wondered at the medical aspect of this, what the trauma would do to her and if there would be any permanent effects. She seized on this to distract her while the woman continued her wanton pummelling of her back passage.

Soon, soon this would be over, Megan thought to herself. Surely this woman wouldn’t be able to keep up this pace for long, and then she would leave forever. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but Megan clung to this thought as she was violated. After all, the woman hadn’t lasted that long in her mouth. But then, wouldn’t she be able to go much longer if she’d already come once?

But the woman didn’t seem to be slowing down, or coming to an end either. Just kept pounding away at Megan’s abused ass, until it was no longer stretching out around her cock. It offered no resistance now, merely a sheath for the tool thrusting in and out of it. Megan was no longer howling in agony, just sobbing in acceptance of this nightmare.

Suddenly, the woman gave two quick thrusts and grunted, emptying her balls again, this time deep inside the scientist’s bowels. It was not quite as much cum as before, and the spurts seemed to die off sooner, but Megan knew she would probably be dripping cum if she ever stood up. When the woman was through, she gradually pulled out, her soft cock slipping easily out of Megan’s ass. The hand covering her mouth patted her cheek, and then the woman stood up, picked up her cloak and put it on, opened the door and left.

Megan was left on the bed, wrists tied to knees. She brought them together and fell onto her side, sobbing on the bed and desperately hoping that rescue would come before another session with … her.
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