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PARALYSIS cum oozing from the cocks head
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--------------------------------- Paralysis by Monocle M/F nc drug?
preg?
Helpless in the woods...
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Paralysis by Monocle
When I came to, I was lying on my stomach on a soft blanket. From what
little I could see, looking off to the side the way my head rested, I was
in a sun-dappled clearing in a wood. My ears told me more than my eyes
about the location, because my eyes were only a fraction open, and I
couldn't seem to open or close them on my own. I also could tell I was
naked by the feel of the warm breeze over my body, but that was about it. I
couldn't move a single muscle, other than the automatic reflexes of
breathing, blinking, and heartbeat. Fear quickly took hold. I was utterly
helpless.
I foggily remembered the girls' night out, the drinks, a pair of
penetrating blue eyes, saying goodbye to my friends, getting into a car. I
couldn't remember where we went. I recalled no faces, not even which of my
girlfriends were there.
I heard a step on the blanket, felt a presence behind me. One, then two
feet insinuated themselves between my calves, pushing outward so that they
could plant themselves a couple inches apart between my lower legs. The
left foot tilted forward, and I felt a knee settle low between my thighs.
The knee wiggled side to side, pushing my legs wider apart to allow the
second knee to join it. I tried to move away, but none of my muscles
responded to my commands. I tried to speak, but no sound came.
Large hands descended to my lower waist. The palms pressed into my
hipbones as long, indelicate fingers wrapped forward toward my abdomen.
Once firmly clasped, they pulled upward and back, lifting me from my prone
position. My head and feet stayed on the blanket, dragging and rumpling
the soft material over the ground while my waist and knees bent as the
hands lifted me, raising my rear-end higher.
When sufficiently elevated, my knees swung forward by their own weight,
landing a little forward and to either side of the two intruding knees. At
nearly the same time, the crack of my ass was drawn up to the heat of an
erect cock. The hands drew me up and back until the long, turgid mass
rested between the upper curves of my buttocks. The front end of the organ
laid on my lower back, while two heavy balls pressed into my lower
asscheeks. I screamed in my mind and willed myself to move, but nothing
happened.
A whisper of coolness tickled my back as a random air current blew over
the small drool of pre-cum oozing from the cock's head. A hacking sound
behind me would have made me jump if I could. The sound preceded a
protracted spitting sound as a stream of saliva fell along on the length of
the cock. The liquid splattered across my back and buttocks as the spit
covered the shaft and dripped down its sides to my skin.
The hands moved me again, pushing forward and pulling back, the
penis back and forth along my ass and backside, coating the whole of the
shaft with the expectorated lubricant. After a methodical minute of this,
one more hacking sound was followed by a single glob of spittle
landing right on the head of the cock as it drew back across me one last
time.
Now the hands pushed me further forward and lifted a little. I felt the
wet, flared head of the cock slide back down between my asscheeks. The
hands paused with the tip of the cock level with my anus. The hands drew
me back a fraction as the slimy tip kissed and teased my rosebud. Inside
my head I was beside myself screaming. I wanted to leap out of my own
skin, but nothing responded. My heartbeat and breathing were both fast,
and I think I was sweating, but those were the only outward signs of my
distress. And they were either not noticed or being ignored.
The diversion at my ass did not last, and I was momentarily relieved,
even grateful, until I realized that that just made the inevitable all the
closer as the hands lifted me higher again, sliding the cock down across my
perineum.
The griping hands twisted, forcing my back into an arch. The motion
turned my ass further upward and rotated my into line. The tip of
the cock slid lower as I was moved, until it just touched the center of my
slit. Another wad of spittle splattered just below my anus, and I felt it
drip down to where hard flesh met soft. Again, I would have startled and
screamed. I was actually well beyond that, in fact. The panic and
hysteria in my mind was completely underneath my unresponsive body,
which made it all the worse. Aside from a now racing heart and panting
breath, I remained utterly still and passive.
The hands now pulled very slowly. I screamed over and over in my head
as the slimy cockhead divided my labia and inner lips, and then begin to
enter me. The tip of the fat cock stretched my opening wide around it and
slid in. I'd never felt anything like it before. With no other outlet for
my senses, I felt every millimeter of the bullet shaped head invade me. My
inner lips closed slightly around it as the flared head entered me
completely and quailed inwardly that that so little felt like so much. I
had no visual perspective at all, the head alone felt like a baseball
inside me. Once more I tried to move, to escape, to protest or plead or
anything! But my body remained still, passive, held ready.
A perceptible tightening of the fingers' grip gave a fraction of a
second warning, and then the hands jerked backward, yanking me onto the
cock in one savage movement. The slap of my ass back onto a pair of hard
thighs was matched by the internal thump of the cockhead hitting the end of
my passage. My torso and head were dragged back with the force of the
movement as my breath exploded from my lungs.
The hands held me steady for a moment as the shock cleared and I
registered the massive presence now buried within me. It throbbed and
twitched in my tight confines, and to my horror I felt my own inner
reflexes squeezing the monster back. It was not lost on me that these, of
all my muscles were _not_ paralyzed.
Next, the hands pulled me forward slowly, sliding me off the cock. The
fat shaft dragged at my sensitive inner flesh as it slid torturously out.
It was so long, or the hands pulled so slowly, it seemed like an entire
minute before only the head remained inside me. After just a moment's
pause, long enough for a few breaths of horrific anticipation, I was again
heaved back onto the stiff rod.
And so the pattern began. The hands slowly, almost tenderly pulled me
forward, unsheathing the cock from my interior until only a fraction of it
remained inside, and then after a short, knowing pause, viciously jerked me
back onto the shaft. My breasts, shoulders and face slid forward and
hauled back on the blanket each time.
I tried to keep count, but never got past six or seven before a
particularly brutal wrench shook me enough to lose track. It went on for a
long time. Somewhere during the ordeal I felt myself lubricate out of
sheer self-defense. The shaft would have rubbed me raw in a fraction of
the time without supplements to the initial saliva. Even so, it barely
prevented the assault of the monster cock from injuring my tender insides.
Finally the end came. I felt the shaft surge and expand slightly more
during its slow outward slide. The fingers tightened their grip. I heard
an intake of breath behind me. The first jet of semen into me with
the head poised just inside me, the shooting deep into my well-fucked
passage. The cock itself immediately followed the first surge into me as I
was hauled back onto it with finality. The second shot of sperm was
injected right at end of my passage. As was the third, and the fourth.
The hands held me tight back against their owner's body as the penis pumped
its seed as deep into me as physically possible. I felt the heat and
pressure build at my very core as the quantity exploded into me.
The hands kept me pressed back tight on the cock as its throbs
diminished. It took some minutes for the cock to subside and soften. The
feeling of it shrinking inside me was strange, but welcome. At long last,
the hands pulled me forward again, allowing the now flaccid cock to slide
out of me with a slurping sound, followed by more liquid sounds and
sensations of dripping from my slowly closing pussy.
The hands lowered my to the ground, turning my body to rest on right my
side, matching the way my head had been facing.
I heard movements behind me of dressing, then a pause. The hands
touched me briefly again, a rub across my stomach, a caress against my
breast, a pinch of my nipple. I felt a light kiss against my cheek, and
then heard the sounds of someone walking away through underbrush. The
screams in my head drowned out the gentle forest sounds until I fell
asleep.
I awakened at dusk, and found that I could move, even if sluggishly. I
felt worn out all over. I slowly raised my head up and looked into the
gathering twilight. My clothes and small purse were laid neatly on one
corner of the blanket. I levered up to a sitting position, shivering as I
felt some remaining fluid ooze from my still swollen lips onto the
blanket's large wet spot. Next to my clothes, weighted down by one of my
shoes was a handwritten sign that said "ROAD" with an arrow pointing off in
one direction. On top of my folded blouse was a pale rubber ring. No, not
a ring. It was a diaphragm, the one I'd been so bold as to put in before
leaving for the evening, "just in case". It looked clean and pristine,
except for the ripped in the center.
My first real scream echoed through the darkening woods.
End
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