Victim: Feel so aroused you must masturbate

From Create Your Own Story

Lying very still seems to be your best bet to avoiding pain. You tried once to move your head but a sharp pain in your neck stopped you. Fear of paralysis froze you before you could budge more than a fraction of an inch, but in your mind you wondered, was it a fraction of an inch too far?

Moving your hands is a relief; it means you're not paralyzed. As you move them to check your body you flex your toes, spread your legs, and realize there's a a thick stickiness between your legs, that not all the sensation in your body is the pain in your face. Below the blood and semen and the cut skin and broken bones your brain is processing signals of an entirely different sort.

When your hand moves downward in its quest to investigate, the fluid it returns with to your rapidly swelling eyes isn't blood. It doesn't smell like urine, though your smashed nose is nearly beyond smell. You think you know what it is, but you need to be sure.

So you wipe your face.

Gurgles come from your throat, meant to be a cry of pain. Blood and semen wipe off on your fingers and are presented to your eyes. Neither looks like what you wiped, and your brain tells you that whatever the other sensation is it just increased. You move your hands back down to investigate, one bloody and covered in man cum. The other clean but for its sticky and wet coating.

The touch of your bloody hand sends a zing up your body. A horrible zing, all too familiar, all too irresistible. You rub your blood and your attacker's cum across your crotch, and where it touches you come alive with feelings.

You bring your hands up again, swiping them both across your battered face, whimpering at the sting of cuts and slight shifting of bones. The hands go down, one at a time, swiping across your slit, each touch making your pelvis lift, your lips seemingly open, and your clit fill with incredible feeling. When the blood and cum are wiped off of the one hand you bring it back to your face while the other slaps itself against your slit.

You alternate between a hands on your face and a hand down below, the pressures of each growing harder and harder, the rubbing against your pussy becoming harder and more vicious. The blood and cum coating your face become the coating of your slit, and you push as much of it as deep into yourself as you can. The deeper it goes and the rougher you do it the greater the feeling comes. The last few times you're slapping your own cheeks and mouth, drawing tiny screams from yourself that then become screams of pleasure, as if the overloading nerves in your face, which scream of agony, discharge their depth of sensation into your cunt, numbing your face as the energies powering the pain are transferred to the pleasurable nerve-endings below.

With the last swat at your face the last sick pain surges and leaves, and you jam that hand like a claw at your pussy, slamming the hand against the arousal-swollen mound, jamming fingers in so you can rub the fluids as hard as possible into the membranes inside.

With the last of the pain transferred your cunt explodes in orgasm, last long and hard until it finally carries you blissfully into the darkness.

• Victim: You wake where you were
• Victim: You wake in the hospital, doctors and parents near
• Victim: You don't wake at all, and have died

Status
Gender	Female	<- Equipment ->
Age	14	Nothing