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City of Snakes (Tarrakhash x Steelsmiter)

"Fuck!" Chloe exclaimed. "No wait, don't!" she said. And thrash indeed she did. Chloe took advantage of the fact that the guy didn't actually pin either of her legs down to roll to the side where she was on her stomach and begin crawling--low to the ground due to the energy loss provoked by the beating--for her clutch purse that she thought her knife was in. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" she screamed. A truck went by, with its headlights as large as they were illuminating her face, and her running mascara and eyeliner. It blared a large air horn right around the time she screamed, eliminating the possibility of all but the most discerning of ears from hearing her screams. If she were to get help now, it would be by a stroke of luck rather than by her actual calls for help. At least now, she'd got to the point where she was a little in front of the dumpster. Oh shit, what if he kills me and throws my body in it after he is done? she thought. The thought caused her to scream again. Dogs barked in the distance, seemingly in response.
 
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The larger man growled,"You girls run around like this and never make it easy." He punched her in her kidneys, before grabbing a handful of hair and dug his fingers into the thigh of her one leg, dragging her back behind the dumpster before essentially sitting on her, trapping her face down in the dirty ally with limited movement as he flipped up her skirt again. Using his legs he pinned her in place and slowly forced her legs apart, using her hair to smash her face into the floor a few times to keep her stunned and compliant.

"Fiesty little bitch!", she felt him fumbling between her legs as she struggled and then it happened, the tip of his cock found her opening and he used his greater weight and strength to ram it into her, it took three hard thrusts but in the end he had his body weight on top of her, and a thick black rod shoved between her cunt lips,"Fuck, you dirty little whore, how is your fucking cunt so tight......fuck."

Growling with pleasure he started bucking his hips back and forth, driving her body into the dirt again and again with each blow of his hips as the thick, black cock slid in and out of her as he took her screaming and thrashing as she was.
 
Chloe clawed at the ground as she was being dragged backwards, then tried to lift up, which immediately failed when the assailant sat on her. Then her face hit the ground, and things became a fog. She was still conscious, there was a wetness around her mouth and forehead. Sweat and drool? She didn't know for the time being. She squealed again at the intrusion. It wasn't supposed to happen and yet it did. She tried to stop it--to squirm out of it--but to no avail.

It wasn't supposed to feel good but yet something about it was a feeling she normally associated with pleasurability. She'd had the same feeling when she masturbated, and a few other times in her life but not many. Chloe was not sure what he said. She was initially screaming, but she started to cry. Her attempts to escape his grasp became weaker "Why?" she asked, beginning to lubricate.
 
"Fuck....fuck.", grunted the big gangster pumping his cock in and out of her rapidly lubricating cunt,"Tits..fucking...sticking...fucking...out." As he struggles grew weaker his hands moved from gripping her in a hold to enjoying himself even more. His hands threading in her hair as he used it as leverage to push himself in and out, and then suddenly he pulled out grabbed her hip and flipped her over. Back handing her he spread her legs again, sliding himself into her, now she could see his face contorted with pleasure as he slid into her again.

Thick calloused fingers reached up to grab her tits, now completly out of her bustier with the bra making no difference to his rough fingers as they dug into her firm mounds and his pounding started again, but the sight of her firm, pale globes seemed to be sufficient for him and his body quivered and then the fat, black dick shoved in her tight cunt twitched, fat globs of sperm shooting into her and then something happened.

Her body shook, absolute pleasure tearing through her as she had a massive orgasm, bigger than ever before and magic flooded her body, her wounds healing, the dreadlock gangsters eyes grew wide and then suddenly he was flung off her by a power that seemed to center around Chloe and the pleasure flowing through her, the whole ally lit up as a bright light coursed through her body filling her with pleasure and power.
 
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Chloe half begged at being punished for her tits hanging out. She was being genuine though. Tn this moment, she could not help but think she had been the engine of her own undoing, the cause of what she hoped was not her own death. She squealed each time he just flung her around like it was nothing for him to do so. She tried to resist him spreading her legs again, but then her head started hurting more, and she was apparently unsuccessful.

She called out in pain as he abused her tits. The pain wasn't as bad as the mental anguish of being fucked without her consent, but she was beginning to question even the merits of that since her dress code was apparently causal to it. "Ah-ah-ah, yes! WAIT no!" she said. Why did her body betray her mind?* She saw that he came inside of her, and started to protest "Fuck, you came ins-" But her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she passed out before she could complete the sentence.

is that we discussed in PMs and decided that complete narrative control of the rape scene--with offs observances--was an acceptable 7-9 result.
 
It may have been five minutes, it may have been hours but what she experienced when she woke up was hardly what she expected. Soft pillows under her head, soft blankets against her skin and it felt like when they had taken her clothing off they had also wiped down the scrapes and cuts and bruises. It seemed like a soft, safe haven except for the bass of a seductive beat pounding through the wall. She was in a small room that was a bed, a basin and not a whole lot else. The blankets smelled of old sex and the pillows of cheap hairspray and perfume.

Her clothing was hung on a wall opposite a long mirror that let her see the whole room easily. She was butt naked and there was a glass of water next to her bed. Her phone sat next to it, flipped open like someone had been going through it.
 
Chloe's, whole body hurt pretty bad, but the worst was in her lower back, face, breasts, and vagina, and not necessarily in that order. She gagged at the smell of the pillows, got up and threw the nasty blankets off and rolled to a sitting position. The undercover officer immediately regretted the decision because of the head rush it gave her. Chloe took the water and drank. Something about it tasted different... Blood in her mouth? Whatever it was went away and didn't come back. She looked around the room before getting up, grabbing the glass and going to the basin for more water.

After drinking the water, Chloe noticed something. She appeared to be seeing colors that were not there. A purple fuzz moving with the beat of the music outside suggested she could see a person. This confused her, and she immediately forgot about being nude. The new detective had to go investigate! Chloe ran out of the room only to find...
 
The very man who raped her sitting on a chair, a half nude stripper dancing and warming up outside of what seemed to be the side entrance to the stage of the strip club. The big Jamacian gave her a grin,"Oh? You haven't learned, have you? Looking for more?"

He stood, reaching out to grasp at her breasts, trying to trap her against the door with his body. Clearly not at all concerned about the dancer who rolled her eyes and moved a little away. Chloe though was a little more alert and almost sensed his intentions, his aura leading the way and she slipped away darting for the only exit she knew lead outside. She skittered out, naked and gorgeous onto the stage just as some singer was jabbering on about wanting to let her lick his lollypop.

Three poles were on the stage, two of them had girls gyrating on them already, the third was empty, a mass of men with dollar bills in hand were standing at the stage edge, and they almost lost their minds as a naked Chloe came bouncing onto the stage,"Come here sweet cheeks, give me a dance!"
 
Chloe walked up nervously, biting her lip. She was not quite sure how to handle the fact that she was already completely naked, thus taking the mystery out of the situation. She'd heard something about selling the sizzle, and her mind began to wonder about all the situations where that didn't make sense. Like fajitas. A sizzling fajita is too fucking dry. She laughed a cute little embarrassed laugh as she thought the thought. But it increased her morale. She couldn't sell the sizzle any more, so now she better bring home the bacon.

Chloe moved up to the pole in rhythm to 50 Cent's Candy Shop rocking a hip to punctuate each line. She had never been on a pole before, she grabbed on and leaned into it. This was kind of a mistake, but also kind of pleasurable as her clitoris hit the pole, and sent shudders all throughout her body from the chill. She wrapped a leg around and did an experimental spin, which landed her right in front of a guy in a white business suit. Boy was he sexy! She rubbed her pussy lips up against the pole in response, which shot an arousing burst of energy straight through her body and to her nipples, which were hard by now due to the slight chill and her own aroused state at the physical temptation of the mysterious man.

2d6+2 stayin' cool for T. = (5+2)+2 = 9
2d6+2 take me under your wing 69ers! = (5+4)+2 = 11
 
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Her dance was alluring, sexual and had enough sizzle to make the bacon eager to be brought home, the pole on the other hand was left with a streak of her fluids along it and the attention of the white suited man, his hand rising to his lips for a moment as he watched her dance and gyrate. From the howls of excitement at least one of the men in that crowd wished rather desperately to be that pole but the man in the white suit seemed calm and composed and as the magic of her arousal spread through her body he smirked at her, crooking a single finger as he beckoned her to him, his eyes locked on hers before with a naughty grin he patted his lap, expectantly almost.

A lap dance? Was she being asked to give him a lap dance? Surely not in that white suit? That would be...messy to say the least.
 
... and yet, it would seem he had some sort of power over her she couldn't quite explain. Either that or the magic, which she'd heard was a thing, but had never experienced it herself until she saw the glowing people through the walls. it was mildly disorienting, but probably no more than having your head smashed in and then being at risk from the same assailant within an unspecified span of time. "Wait... I don't want to mess up your pants, are you sure?"

Chloe was not yet certain on the dynamics of whether strippers should speak since they didn't have microphones. She eyed the man hungrily as she awaited his response.
 
The white haired man could barely hear her over the music but his look spoke measures, he was not someone who was used to having to ask twice. He patted his lap one last time and his face indicated that there would possibly be repercussions if she didn't move her sexy ass and get there in a rush.

In the meantime he was straightening out the way he was sitting to make it easier for her to...apply herself. His pony tail bobbing in time to the music.
 
The undercover neophyte eromancer loved how he was very certain in what he wants, and pushed aside the guilt she was having over getting his immaculate suit dirty. He must be important. She suspected she was being evaluated. She'd originally came here with the intention of asking around for who ran the place. As she moved closer there was a familarity to his scent she couldn't quite place. Chloe almost visibly shook her head, but stopped before actually doing so out of fear that any perceptual negativity might ruin her chances of infiltrating the club.

She went all in. slithering off stage almost snakelike, almost catlike, her breasts hung down when she got to the edge, and her nipples scraped it. She jerked slightly at the arousal as her nipples hardened. Continuing the crawl to the mystery many the scent only got stronger, she grabbed the sides of the chair as she ran her breasts between his legs. Her nipples got close to the seams of his pants and she could feel the contrast between the rigidness of the seam and the smoothness of the cloth on them. She let out a gasp.

Chloe looked into his eyes as her breasts landed upon his groin as if to see if he would react, but she did not stop there. He had seemed to indicate she should mount him, and so she did, running her breasts over his belt buckle, and his shirt, again with her nipples brushing his blazer by the time she was actually able to sit in his lap. She couldn't do it facing him, so she did a quick spin using his chair rather than his legs as support.
 
His eyes were glued to her movements, watching as she half crawled, half shimmed down to him and as she made her way up into his lap his hands reached out to graze against the sides of her ribs and hips as she moved up, not getting in her way but simply not able to keep his hands off of the well formed minx working her dark seductive magic on his body. Her breasts dragged against his lap and she heard the sudden intake of breath as he shuddered slightly under her touch. The eyes looking down at her were blue like her own and filled with desire that was almost familiar.

She spun herself on his lap, pressing her shapely rear into him and he did the thing you're not supposed to do with lap dances, his hand slid around the front to grasp at her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her firm orb, his other hand digging into her hip as he pressed her back so his groin pressed up against the sticky mess of her cunt, the ridge of his cock pressing hard against the lips of her cunt, splitting them as he rubbed his length along her body, shuddering with pleasure.

Not a one of the bouncers made a move, traditionally once the customers got touchy they were all over it but it only reinforced her idea that this delicious man was not only important but held some sway, a thought reinforced when he reached up, tugged hard on her hair and growled in her ear,"Get up, girl.....I'm going to fucking ream you in the back, I want more than a lap dance from my newest dancer."
 
Chloe loved how he looked at her hungrily, and how he shuddered at her touch. She welcomed the grasping hands, and the slithering little snake between her legs. Little did she know, he was one of the bigger snakes in the whole city thereof. She would later be very pleased to find out. The undercover "detective" barely acknowledged the fact that the bouncers didn't make a move. She did detect it, but her purpose at the moment was deeper. This man at first appeared to be a convenient means to an end... but there was also something more.

She knew there was something with him that she should be very wary of in his ability to just throw around the rules like that, but she also felt somethind different. There was a firmness about him that reminded her of someone she knew many years ago. She couldn't quite place who though. As if the memory was repressed. She'd grew up with a brother and both parents until about the age of twelve. Something broke in her parents relationships and she went with mom while her brother had went with dad. She'd heard the dad got caught up in some mob shit a few years later and was assassinated. It was actually what prompted Chloe to become a cop. He was her father. This man sort of reminded her of her father before everything spiraled out of control.

The police officer blushed with pride. His newest dancer? She thought. Like this guy actually owned the place? Well, shit, she had to go fuck him now, otherwise she'd lose whatever cover she had to actually infiltrate the establishment. She jumped up excitedly, breasts gainaxing to an absurd degree along the way as she was drug along by her hair, dripping wet, hornier by the second. She really had to get a handle on not getting force fucked so much. Hopefully this mystery man would do something about the rapist from before if he really did have the support of a whole mob...
 
It was apprently not uncommon for this particular man to walk his sluts through the common room by the hair because narry a single of the regulars even turned an eye towards him as he dragged her behind the main wall and into a smaller bar private bar, barely was the door closed and he pushed her to her knees, fingers still clasped in her hair as he looked down at her and grinned,"Play with yourself, and tell me your name, I'm going to turn you into a fucking slutty mess....and not gently either, I want to hear your fingers slapping against the sides of your cunt."

Even as he waited he grabbed the top of his zipper, she could see where her cunt had made a massive mess of his white pants, and he dragged his zipper down. At no point did he let go of her hair as he slid out his massive circumcised dick from his pants and grinned at her,"You can call me Bullets, but for now once the introductions are out of the way I don't really want to hear your voice.....I want to hear you choking on my dick."

Taking his dick in his hand he used it's length to slap her on the cheek lightly, waiting just long enough for her to let him know what her name was before presenting it to her for her undivided attention.
 
Chloe started feverishly fingering her cunt like the dirty little whore his commanding voice made her. She felt like she remembered something like this when she was younger but she couldn't quite place it. There were rumors about her dad, but she didn't know and it wouldn't do to speak ill of the dead. In a world of magic, it probably wouldn't do to think ill of the dead either, so she held her memory back. Other than the strong inclination to why this guy kept making her think about her dad through no fault of his own.

My god is his dick massive, she thought. She tried to lick at it gingerly. The mystery man was gentle, yet firm. He stopped short of falling into impatience. She put her mouth around his cock. For some reason the eromancer could barely get past the glans--the German soldier helmet on the tip. She really tried. The more she fingered her cunt, the easier it got. Looking on from the side, one could clearly see that his dick was visibly going through her throat and expanding it. The room had a slight hazy glow, as if the people inside were hotboxing a doobie that could emit pink or purple smoke.

With newfound confidence brought on by the effect of her intense arousal, she began to thrust up and down much faster as she fell into her stride, even going all the way down to his testicles as she could not do before. His orgasm was intense. She couldn't help but swallow some of it unintentionally. It was good cum. A very distinct flavor that she knew she'd had before, but could not quite place.
 
He groaned in pleasure as he stuffed his cock in her face, his thrusts going more and more urgent as she swallowed his shaft all the way down into her throat, the purpilish pink haze unnoticed by the pair engaged in carnal pleasure....images started to overlay the current scene intensifying as with a sudden shudder he started to empty himself in her mouth, throat and wherever else she put it.

Oh Daddy.....fuck...yes....harder Daddy....please.....oh, the smaller 16 year old Chloe was bent over the sofa in the living room getting reamed by a much larger man.

On your knees Chloe, that's it, open your mouth, here it comes...remember to swallow, Chloe, I don't want to punish you for making a mess....fuck....yes.....

The familiar tasting seed spattered over her tongue and lips as she looked into the face of her father as he came on her perfect little face.

The man in the white suit growled, his fingers tightening in her hair,"Keep sucking, keep sucking I want to feel that tight cunt wrapped around my cock next..fuck...you certainly have skill."
 
Unbeknownst to them, someone had taken a photo while they were experiencing the hallucination. When the mystery man came, Chloe took it in her mouth, but the volume was too much, so she let it drip onto her tits as she continued to suck on his dick harder as requested. Did dad really try to fuck her... or even succeed? she wondered. Chloe had had sex a few times by the time she joined the force, but not many. Was this a memory? A hidden desire? She had taken her father's death particularly hard. When he was hard again, she hopped up on the bar and spread her legs. Little did she know how poetic it was what she said next "Come at me, bro!"

She was of course, alluding to the memes. She laughed at her own joke saying "Fuck me silly" and swaying her hips while she waited on the mystery man to stick his juicy cock in her.
 
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His blue eyes watched as his seed dripped from her lips down to her breasts, the globes soon anointed in his oil of pleasure and he was gasping in pleasure as she worked his length back and forth in the warmth of her mouth. Not too much longer he was ready and gave her a little push off, the undercover police officer, either playing her part or just more than eager for a good ride hopped up on the bar and he moved closer, his grin growing at her silly comments,"You a comedian or a stripper? You could do both...and I plan on doing both as well."

Leaning in he took the tip of his cock and pressed it into the wide open legs and the spread lips of her cunt at the center of her being, and her magic, he groaned as her body tightened around him as he intruded inside her. For her there was a brief moment of memory of the man in the ally sliding into her as well, and then an overlay of the hallucination from earlier the man above her looking a lot more like her father as he gasped,"That's it baby...fuck."

Mystery man was a man of complex, but rather refiened tastes as he took her legs, pushing them back on her as he folded her in half so he could penetrate her as far as possible with his massive dick, splitting her in half as her tits got pressed out between her knees as he compacted her with a strong downwards thrust and started to pound himself in and out of her, drips of his cum still dribbling down her full round tits.
 
The cop laughed again. "I like to think I'm funny, but it doesn't always work for other people" she said in response to his comment about comedy "If you guys got a mic, I guess I could try my hand, but I don't know if they'd like it out there what with me being better naked and all." She moaned at the insertion, shuddering and clamping down "Eeugh, your cock is sooo fuckin' good!" As the visual aberrations continued, Chloe wondered about them. Were they for real? Were they just fantasy? Was a supernatural entity biting into her mind? Was the mystery man evoking them? What caused her to become magic?

When her knees touched her shoulders she said "Oh fuck I didn't know I could stretch that far" she said as he picked up the pace, causing her breasts to bounce and her arousal to rise "Fuck me faster mystery man" she half ordered, half begged. She could see her father but she was able to in her head separate it out with this mystery man, or did she really have that kind of love for her father? And whatever happened to her brother Jack? What would he look like so many years later? would he still be nerdy, or would he rail against the past?

She shook her head "Hey listen, I know this is gonna be weird, but can you fuck me so hard I forget about my family?"
 
"Oh, I'll teach you all about stretching, little girl, all about stretching....", his massive cock slid in and out of her, seemingly unaware of her hallucinations or her problems as he started to build up speed her strange comment made him hesitate just for a moment but he simply nodded his body slapping against hers harder and harder as he took her words quiet seriously and aimed to fuck her rather silly. Leaning into her he crushed her into herself as he rammed himself into her with increasing speed, more and more and more his breath ragged and fast,"Fuck, fuck, fuck....."

Her body was shaking with the power he was using to do what she asked, erasing her mind and turning her into nothing but a massive ball of pleasure as the bar creaked under their combined assualt but it was not meant to last long, not with a body like hers and a tempo like he was using and she felt him quiver and quake and then suddenly she felt him inside her, not just his cock but his seed spattering her womb as he breathed in her ear,"Fuck...Chloe....I always wanted you."

Her world shattered as her magic filled her mind the face before her frozen in time and changing, no not changing getting younger, and there was young 16 year old Jack angry and leaving, looking longingly at his little sister before he left and then the process reversed as his cum spilled inside of her, dripping out of her tight pink cunt, as he drew his head out the last few spurts painting her shaved pussy like it was some kind of dessert, iced to perfection as he looked down at her whispering softly,"Fuck.....Chloe....."
 
At first she just let it happen since the raw power he was releasing made it easier for her to just let him take the lead pounding away so hard. As he began to exclaim "Fuck, fuck, fuck" so in turn she began to chant it rapidly almost in perfect time with him. She shuddered from the force of the first orgasm he gave her as he manhandled her. The next thing she knew, her body was being crumpled into whatever random bit of furniture he decided to plow her against. Thankfully whatever it was (a bar stool?), wasn't uncomfortable hard. It did allow her to recover from the waves of pleasure from the orgasm.

But then another orgasm hit Chloe. She also felt him cum inside her, which again rocked her world, except he called her 'Chloe.' How the fuck did he know her name? Was her whole fucking cover blown? Did he know someone else and just take her for the name? Then suddenly she was hit by the hallucination/memory/she didn't know what... The man before her stopped being her father and started being... her brother?

I think I just fucked my brother to orgasm and I'm not horrified, the undercover officer thought. Something that was not entirely her own mind compelled her to reach into her loins and collect the salty creme that had been disseminated there, and then bring it up to her lips, and lick it. Still the taste was familiar. Suddenly she came to her senses, shaking her head.

"Jack?" she said, not knowing if it really was him... but it was the only way she could think of that made sense for him to actually know her name. "Is it really you? You look so... different." What she did not say, was that in this case, 'different' meant 'not so nerdy'.

And it all fit together too. Though Chloe never actually caught him, she always suspected that he spied on her when they were younger while she was changing or showering, or whatever--their dad had made a point of not having locks on any inside doors except the master bedroom and two bathrooms--and she never did find out aside from trying to catch him, because one day randomly, Chloe just was told that Jack was leaving.
 
He nodded,"Yes, Chloe, it's me.....", and he certainly didn't look distraught at the idea of just fucking the hell out of his sister, watching as she tasted his cum, his head tilting to the side as he smirked at her,"So, other than looking 'different' do I taste good?" He slid a hand down to grope her breast and smirked,"I always wanted you, I never realized you'd turn out quiet so fucking hot, or try and give me a lap dance......what are you doing on my stage, Chloe?"

Not what are you doing on my bar with my sperm leaking out of you, not what are you doing sucking my cock, but what are you doing dancing on my stage? Jack smirked as he pondered his own desires for his sister, and yes, he certainly wanted her again and again if need be,"How are you feeling, by the way? Derek said you'd bashed your head pretty hard when he found you...but that you were some kind of sex mage?"
 
She bit her lip "I'm sorry, this is weird... I'm having these weird visions of purple people engaged in sexual activities, and hazy... memories or hallucinations or... something?" Chloe made to get up from her previous position and smiled at what he said about wanting her. "Thanks, I think. You're not so bad yourself, even if it is weird." She wasn't sure what all she should tell Jack, and in all honesty, she was not sure what all of it was actually true.

The undercover detective tested her flexibility and pain levels "Well, this Derek is right. I don't know the name of the guy, but I was coming here to apply for a job when some guy found me, dragged me into the alley, and... raped me. I got knocked unconscious in the event. I woke up naked and in one of the back rooms. When I tried to leave, still kind of fucked up with the head bashing, I felt like I saw my rapist. With all the magical images floating around, I can't be too sure. Looks like I might be a sex mage though."
 
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