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The broken vase (Maxy x runawayninja)

Tentacle_Lover

Supernova
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Mar 9, 2009
Samantha attended a rather high class private school, exclusive to only the richest of families that lived in the area. There were no scholarships, there were no 'free entries'...no...this school offered the best and expected payment in return. Samantha belonged to just such a family, her father a succesful businessman, her mother a skilled surgeon. The school wasn't a boarding school however, the students were free to come and go at the end of the day, returning to their lives of luxury in the city nearby.

Today however, Samantha had stayed late at school, her personal driver waiting outside in the car, waiting patiently for whenever Samantha was ready. Right now she was in the library, alone, doing some studying for one of her classes. One thing this school didn't allow the students to do, no matter how rich, was to get an easy time and a grade without the effort. Students were expected to study, not only that, but to excel in their studies. As such it required rather extensive work. Fortuantely, the school library had an extensive collection of books, some that could be found nowhere else.
The hours passed quietly, Samantha eventually finishing her studying and standing up, carrying several heavy books, perhaps more than she should really be carrying. On her way back to the shelves, the inevitable happened. Samantha stumbled, losing her balance and toppling into a stand, on the top of which was a rather old vase that the school had acquired. As expected the vase toppled to the ground, smashing into many tiny pieces, the sound echoing loudly through the empty library. "Shit...." Samantha muttered, then quickly gathered up her books, putting them into place on the shelves and turning to leave quickly. If she just left, nobody would ever know this was her.

Samantha returned home quickly once she left the school, doing her best to act as if nothing had happened. She made small talk with her parents as usual, ate dinner with them, stayed up a little longer, then finally retired to bed. Changing into her usual elegant night gown, Samantha yawned, crawling under the sheets. She was already forgetting about the stupid vase....wouldn't be the first time the school had lost some stupid object that had been left out in the open. They'd grumble and complain, then buy some other equally tacky piece of art to replace it.
With a yawn, Samantha placed her head on the pillows, and was almost instantly soundly asleep.
 
The vase had been weathered and worn by age, but it was certainly a valuable piece. Aged and ancient looking, the vase had a design with a Chimera on the surface of it with a lion, ram, and dragon head, each looking quite fierce. But the inside, which no one usually saw, also had bas relief sculpting on it. The inside depicted scenes of utter debauchery, men raping women, women with cocks taking other young maidens, beast people and demons forcing themselves onto women or seducing men, men and women with vast harems engaging in group sex. But the vase shattered into a hundred pieces now. Each of which slowly collected, joining the pieces they matched...and slowly coming together into the whole and hoping right back onto it's stand. With no one watching, no one could see the unusual spectacle.

When Samantha closed her eyes, sleep came quite quickly. And when it did, the sweet scent of heady incense invaded her senses. As her senses came to her, she heard a roaring crowd and became aware that she was quite high up. She was resting in a stone seat and next to her...he was a vision, that was the only way to describe him. Bared before her in his sheer, simple nudity, he had a placid, but knowing smirk on his face. Snowy pale skin that lent him a haunting, ghostly beauty, fresh ever-young features, a tight, toned, lightly muscled body like a champion athlete. Long silvery hair framed his form like a cloak, appearing as strands of moonlight, and eyes like gleaming emeralds in the light of the red sun above them. Oh yes, the sun was a dark red like a blood orange. And his cock. It looked like he could put the god of horses to shame, he was huge, hung like a monstrous beast, a shaft that was surely made to break young maidens and end their innocence. He turned to her and smirked softly at her. "If you focus on me, my love, you'll miss the games..." He motioned forward.

They were in the honored seats of a grand and massive Colosseum-like structure where creatures of every assortment gathered from myth and legend, from demons of all kinds, to beast people and even some rather human-looking members. Some were proud and strong, others submissive and servile, lounging over their obvious owners and displaying their adorned and decorated bodies with pride, women with large jewels hanging from their pierced nipples or with a myriad of tattoos that painted a tapestry over their forms that seemed to come to life when they move. Yet others were miserable creatures, obviously not enjoying their servitude, but clearly unable to do anything about their state, some being openly used for sex and depravity right before Samantha's eyes. Creatures were moaning and screaming, some voices calling out "No!" and "Not again, master!" or "Please, not in my ass!" but some were crying out for just he opposite, saying "Please rape me again!" and "Let me satisfy you, my lord!" But the real show was down in the arena. In the arena, a young girl was being slapped around and kicked and thrown to the sandy pit by a large and muscular woman. The weaker, smaller girl had a mane of brown hair like caramel and eyes that were gray like a morning mist. The larger woman had a shock of fiery hair, long and fierce that wavered in the light breeze that seemed to be directed by the roar of the crowd in attendance, and eyes that were wild and golden. Even from this distance, she could clearly see what was going on. And the large woman had a monstrous cock in addition to her dripping wet snatch. She licked her lips, obviously enjoying abusing the young maiden.

"She was a holy woman." The young man next to her said in his musical, melodious voice, like a choir calling her to a black mass to sin her heart out. "But she is getting what she deserves, believe me. My champion down there is going to fuck her brains out, until she loses her mind. Are you enjoying yourself, Samantha?"
 
Samantha rolled over in her sleep, snuggling into the warm blankets. She sniffed slightly in her sleep....the smell if incense...it was so...real...it made her relax even more. Soon however, Samantha found herself somewhere else...somewhere other than her bedroom. This was a place that she had never seen before. It reminded her of her history classes...when they had studied ancient Rome....at least the setting did. Nothing else however seemed even remotely familiar. The first was the man beside her...he was....incredible...inhuman....impossibly handsome....not to mention impossibly hung. In both the dream and in reality, a blush had crept onto Samantha's cheeks. Then he spoke...oh that voice...it was almost hypnotic.... "Ah....of..of course..." She nodded slightly, then slowly turned her head away from the man.....well...it wasn't totally unheard of for her to dream of a handsome man...but never anything quite like this.

When she did look away though...well...she had no idea where this had come from. She gasped and covered her mouth as she looked around. What was this? It was so strange. Part of her felt like this was incredibly wrong....yet the part of her that was dreaming was ready to accept this as perfectly normal. It was a rather conflicting sensation to say the least. Perhaps the most surprising part was the women with cocks....some more well endowned than the men...and even then there wasn't a small or average one among them.
Then her attention was drawn to the center, watching as the small, clearly outmatched woman was being beaten by a much larger...well...woman was the closest word to describe it anyway.

"Ah!" Samantha gasped, snapped back to attention when the male beside her spoke once again. The dream state was taking a stronger hold, allowing her to smile slightly in response. Her conscious mind was now almost completely asleep, leaving only the subconscious mind that had been drawn into the dream active. "Yes...I am..." His name escaped her....perhaps she hadn't thought of one for him yet. "It...should be a wonderful show"
 
He chuckled softly and his eyes feasted on her timidness. "You need not fear things like petty morals and rationality here. This is a realm of wanton abandon and absolute desire. Where will creates what you want and desire is unleashed. It is my realm, I rule here." He stated it as a matter of fact. He did rule here and it was plain and simple. He watched down as the smaller woman was tossed to the ground.

The amazon of a woman chuckled and stepped forward, her steps like a titan's as she walked towards her prey and she forced the woman onto her belly, facing away from her. The amazon knelt down and hefted the girl's hips up. The crowned called out in anticipation, and suddenly, her hips rolled forward, forcing her giant cock into the young girl's ass, making the girl cry out in pain and utter lust as she could not fight the creature's big dick, or the lust it inspired in her heart. The crowded exploded in their own moans and cheers as the girl was finally violated and the amazon started to pump hard and deep into her. The man next to Samantha, sitting in his own stone seat in their private box, grasped his own cock and started to stroke it firmly, his hand running up and down it's length as his monster started to awaken, coming to life before her eyes. "Fuck her...fuck that holy slut...fuck her like the bitch she is..."
 
"Yes....yes of course..." Samantha nodded lightly. She had slipped into the dream completely now, though even her 'dream self' still had traces of her own personality, embarassed and intrigued by this scene in equal measure. For a moment Samantha glanced upwards...she could've sworn she had seen some kind of man with dragon like wings flying above....a woman suspended entirely by a large erection. The girl quickly looked back down to the fight in the center, just in time to see the Amazon easily claiming victory....though there had never been any doubt. The Holy woman had stood no chance....even if she had been armed to the teeth her defeat was inevitable. "My.....no fight at all..." Samantha chuckled slightly, then gasped, though perhaps more in surprise than anything else, when the Amazon woman rather literally 'took' her prize.

Within the dream and reality, Samantha felt a heat building between her legs, fidgeting a little both in the stone seat and her bed. The movement caused her vision to glance over towards the man beside her, eyes widening as she watched him shamelessly stroking himself. It wasn't the act itself however that had widened her eyes, that was going on all around her. Hell, not 4 feet infront of and below her was some kind of double cocked man sat with a different woman on each of his lengths, each of them squealing in delight. "You....are certainly enjoying the show....my gracious host...." Samantha wasn't quite sure where to look. In the end, she managed to focus on the head of the man....his upper head that is.
 
"Yes...I am..." He stared at her with a darker intent in his eyes. His face was no longer locked on the sexual spectacle below as he rose from his seat. "Don't fight me, Samantha...I can make you feel so wonderful..." He walked towards her and his hands easily slipped around her head and pushed it forward it inhuman strength, his cock easily sliding past her lips and down her throat. She found she could not summon up the will to bite his cock if she tried. When his cock slammed into her throat, she found herself utterly filled with ecstasy and joy. Like she found her purpose in life and here she was sucking on it. This wasn't normal, it was beyond normal. It felt like she was sucking on a lollipop of pure bliss. His hips kept sliding forward and pumping that monster shaft down her throat, causing an obvious bulge in her neck as he smirked at her. "Suck me, slut. Suck me like the whore you know you are..."
 
The expression on his face was.....intriguing. Samantha quickly noticed how his attention was focused on her rather than the show before them. Suddenly the noises of the crowd seemed to become rather more quiet as Samantha's attentions were a little more focused, swallowing nervously as he stood and moved towards her. Briefly her eyes darted down towards his cock...even flaccid it was a practical third leg, now that it was hardening...the girl swallowed nervously as he reached down to grasp at her head, then pulled her forwards. She found herself not even trying to resist, the dream state clouding her mind enough to make her seem willing to go along with this....after all this was just a dream right? Dreams couldn't hurt you. "Mmmf!" Her eyes widened in surprise as the cock pushed past her lips and then almost immediately into her throat. The surprise was two-fold, from the act itself, and simply from the fact that her mouth and throat seemed to be capable of accomodating the beast. "Mmmmng...." Samantha shivered and let out a soft moan, in both the dream and reality. It tasted....sweet....
More of it began to slip into her throat, Samantha gurgling slightly, her neck bulging out, her tongue moving slightly, though she was somewhat slower to begin sucking. Even in the dream...Samantha never thought of herself as a whore...she had standards...quite high standards as a matter of fact...

Around them, the crowd seemed to be getting less interested in the main show between the Amazon and the Holy woman, and beginning to focus a little more on Samantha and the mysterious male, their cries of 'admiration' only seeming to become louder.
 
Rafe thrust into her mouth again and again, moaning out as he did each time. He gripped her head firmly, fucking her face as though it were his to simply use. He kept thrusting harder and harder, gasping out as he used her for his pleasure. He grinned at her. "Are you enjoying it? You are fulfilling your duty...you are becoming your true self in this manner..." He smirked and then threw his head back letting out a deep and animal-like moan as he came, his hot, thick, virile spunk pouring into her mouth and down her throat. As he came, the dream shattered and she awoke, a tremendous orgasm ripping through her body. But she felt the warmth inside her, as though she had actually swallowed his sperm.
 
Samantha couldn't respond to his questions with anything other than muffled cries and whimpers, though it did make her mouth and throat vibrate around his mammoth cock as it thrust into her throat over and over, reaching the very depths of her body. Then she heard the moan....she may not have had any practical experience, but Samantha was a smart girl even when she was asleep, she knew what that meant. For a moment she felt him cumming down her throat, an odd hot sensation, before she suddenly awoke, sitting up with a loud gasp, a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "O-oh god....wh-what....?" Samantha took a few deep breaths, she felt strange. She could almost taste it still....she could feel the warmth in her throat and neck..but she dismissed it as her body simply being hot due to the dream. "It....it was so real..." Samantha slowly lay back down, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments until her alarm clock went off. Well, the dream had certainly lasted her through the night at least....

After performing the usual morning routine of showering, eating breakfast and getting dressed, Samantha found herself back at school. She made a minor point to avoid the library, though there was no talk of anything being broken, not that she overheard at least. More than likely it had simply been dismissed and cleaned away without a word. Still, Sam couldn't get that dream out of her head. Normally dreams were nothing more than faint memories after this long....but this one....it was still so active in her mind...almost more like a memory than a dream. "Ugh.....maybe I'm just repressed or something..." Samantha muttered to herself as she entered class, going to take her usual seat amongst the other rich kids, all prepared for the day ahead.
 
The first bell rang, announcing the beginning of classes. Students started to gather together and make their way through the halls, migrating to where they were supposed to be. In her first class, things seemed normal. Until the female teacher smiled and opened the door again after everyone was settled down. "Class, we have a new student transfer." And in he walked. That silvery hair, that pale skin, those green eyes. "This is Rafe Harrington."

Rafe smiled at the class and bowed politely. "Good morning, it's a pleasure to be here..."

"Rafe, please take a seat." Rafe walked forward and slowly settled himself next to Samantha. He looked straight ahead, but his gaze slowly turned to her and he smiled softly. "Good morning...Samantha."
 
Samantha had just pushed the dream into the back of her mind when the teacher entered the room, looking up along with the rest of the class in preparation for the upcoming lessons. When someone followed her into the room though....Samantha's eyes went wide. That long silvery hair....that pale skin....those eyes that you could see clearly from across the room....no....no it couldn't be. Samantha's mouth hung open slightly for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. No...no this was just some weird feeling of Deja Vu that's all....no way he was the guy from her dream. Her mind was just playing tricks on her...had to be.

Still....as he walked towards her Samantha couldn't look away, not until he sat down beside her, that was when she quickly looked ahead again...mostly...still watching him from the corner of her eye...and that's when she saw him turn to look at her...then refer to her by name. "H-how did..." She turned back to face him, keeping her voice to a whisper. "How do you know my name....?" No...no couldn't be...he just...Samantha was one of the richest and most popular girls at school after all....he must've just heard about her already...yeah...that had to be it. "So uh...welcome...to the school...." She laughed nervously, then looked back to the front again.
 
Rafe chuckled softly and nodded. "Thank you...and I must thank you from freeing me from the vase, it was an enjoyable prison, but a stuffy one, and still a prison none the less. After all, Van Dyke said 'stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.' A prison of silk and flesh is a prison still."

He looked at her for a moment longer before he sat upright again. "I want to show you my thanks, Samantha. That dream...that was just a mere glimpse of what I can do for you...and to you."
 
"H-huh...? Freeing you from...? I..I don't know what you're talking about" Samantha quickly looked away, trying to ignore what Rafe was saying now. How did he know about the vase? He was just a new student, how could he possibly know anything about the vase that she had broken? And what in the world did he mean 'freeing me from' it? That vase hadn't been all that big after all. He must have just been messing with her head....yeah...trying to mess with her head...that was all. What a jerk....she'd have to make sure he was an outcast for that....with her influence Samantha could ensure that no girl would even consider looking at him, in spite of his rather exotic looks.

Just as Samantha was beginning to convince herself he was just messing with her....that nothing was wrong...he mentioned her dream. That got a barely audible gasp from her lips, her eyes darting back to him. "I...you..." How could he know...? How could he or anyone else possibly know about her dream?! No...no this was...the more he spoke it was all just becoming too much. He was the man from her dreams...and then he knew all about it when he appeared the next day? This was like something out of a horror movie. "L-look...I...I don't know who or what you are but....just....leave me alone...you...you freak"
 
"Freak?" He snorted and sat upright, looking ahead. "I'm hurt. And if you think you can make me an outcast...you're welcome to try. But you know what they say about what you wish for...sometimes it comes back to you." He stared ahead and began to take notes from the lecture, making no further effort to talk to her. To be ignored by him seemed almost as unnerving as being the object of his attentions.
 
How did he know what she was thinking?! No...no he didn't...no way he could know what she was thinking....it was just the logical thing to think...that's all...anybody with any popularity would surely be determined to make someone like him an Outcast...hell, it had probably been what happened at Rafe's last school. But still....he knew about the vase, and more importantly about Samantha's dream....how could he possibly know these things....?
Samantha sighed softly, looking to try and pay attention to the lecture, beginning to take notes of her own. All she had to do was get through class and then she could get away from him....she'd just have to make sure to avoid him between classes. Still...something in the back of her mind couldn't stop remembering what had happened....what had happened in the dream...what he had done to her.... she shivered slightly as the memory returned to the surface briefly, before she pushed it away and buried it once again, now looking at the clock every few minutes, praying for class to end so she could get up and leave.
 
When class ended, he appeared to no longer be in his seat...or in the classroom. Rafe was gone it seemed, but when he left wasn't obvious. But once she left, he was waiting right next to the doorway, smiling at her as he followed her. "So tell me what you desire, Samantha, and I'll make it come true. I am indebted to you. You have popularity...I can give you fame. You have influence...I can give you power. You have beauty...I can give you raw sexual appeal..." He smirked as only the devil can when tempting a mortal. "What do you want...? Do you need a display of my power?"
 
Samantha hadn't noticed when Rafe had left....there was no way he had gone at the end of class with everyone else was there? But then again she hadn't noticed anybody leaving during class either. It was as if he had simply vanished and nobody had noticed. Very strange....especially with looks like his...someone like Rafe didn't simply wander around without being noticed. Still....however and whenever he had gone, Samantha was just glad that he was. As she left the classroom she was beginning to wonder if she had still been half asleep and had simply daydreamed Rafe's presence. Just as she was beginning to take comfort in that fact she nearly walked right into him, frowning and sighing as he began to follow her, despite her best efforts to ignore him. ".....You're a sick pervert you know that Rafe?" She rolled her eyes. "You can't give me anything. I already have power and influence, and the money to back it up" She stopped when he mentioned a display, slowly turning to face him, folding her arms. "Alright then, go ahead. Give me a 'display of your power' if you're serious. Otherwise, just stay the hell away from me"
 
Rafe gave a soft chuckle and he nodded, bowing lightly before her. "Just watch..." He watched towards a girl that was ruffling through her locker. She was a cute girl, a bookworm looking type with some glasses to suit her. She looked at him as he approached and spoke to her. Then his stuck out his index finger and poked her softly right between the eyes. She looked very confused and befuddled. The expectant reaction was to walk away from him, but that did not happen at all. She looked too muddled and weakened to summon up the will to turn away from him, to resist. Her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes looked at her, as if searching for the courage to push away, but she looked utterly lost now. Rafe leaned to her and whispered something into her ear, something of more length than just a few words and the he led her by hand right into the boy's bathroom.
 
Samantha was a little confused when Rafe walked away and towards another girl, someone Samantha didn't recognise...one of the quiet girls. What was he doing? Rather than speaking to her, he seemed to just reach out and poke her. Naturally the girl looked confused, but then to Samantha's surprise she said nothing, did nothing. Just looked rather....odd. Then suddenly Rafe took the girls hand, leading her towards the boys bathroom, the two vanishing inside. "What the....? What the hell is that idiot doing...? Some 'display of power' this is turning out to be" Sam rolled her eyes as she glanced around, making sure nobody was watching, before heading towards the bathroom, reaching out to push the door open and step inside, glancing around for Rafe and the girl.
 
No one else was in the bathroom. But when she opened the door, she instantly heard the sounds of passion. The girl was crying out over Rafe's determined grunts and groans as he thrust his hips forward, his huge cock pounding her tight pussy. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him as if she might die if she couldn't be so close to him. His arms and hands were powerful enough to hold her up against the wall of the stall and keep her supported enough for him to continued to hump her, slamming hard into her. He said nothing, other than his animalistic sounds, but she said plenty. "Yes! YES! Oh God, please Rafe, fuck me! Pound this bitch into submission, let me be your slave! I'll do anything, I'll suck your dick, I'll take it up the ass like a cheap whore, just please keep fucking me!!!" She sounded so damn insistent.
 
Samantha entered the bathroom and didn't see anything at first, but almost immediately she heard....no....no it couldn't be. She gasped, her eyes widening when she moved quickly towards the source of the noise, squeaking when she saw what was going on in the stall, Rafe roughly fucking a girl that Samantha knew for a fact to be a virgin....rather like Samantha herself in that department. Well....formerly like Samantha....she was still a virgin after all, this girl however was riding that cock like her life literally depended on it. "You...you...what are you doing?!" Sam stumbled backover a little, her cheeks bright red. "Y-you...you pervert! So you can pay some repressed nerd to have sex with you! That's no demonstration of power!" Samantha quickly shook her head, turning to leave the bathroom before someone outside heard the noises and came to investigate.
 
Rafe turned towards her, letting the girl go. "Pay?!" His voice was infuriated and the look he gave her told her that we was insulted. Maybe beyond that. "You insult me..." But the girl didn't stop. She crawled to him and quickly jammed his cock into her mouth and began to suck him off, as though his cock was coated in sweet ambrosia. Rafe still stared at Samantha. "Fine...you need a more...extreme example of what I can do..." Rafe pointed a finger at her and suddenly, Samantha felt a warmth growing in her. Something between her legs, something undeniable. A need. But...not a need to be filled. It was...a need to fill. And suddenly, from between her legs, tearing through her panties, emerged a huge, pulsing cock. A cock that overpowered her reason. A cock the demanded a slut to rape. A cock that needed to be sated.
 
Samantha smirked at first when she heard how angry he was, glad that for once she had been the one to press at his buttons rather than the other way around. However his tone was....well....it was almost scary...enough to make Samantha back off a little bit when he turned and moved towards her, especially with his erection sticking out right infront of him like that....until the girl cralwed over and began to suck on it. "Feh, whatever. I'm going n-" Samantha cut off as he pointed at her, feeling a sudden strange heat in her body. "Hn!" She hunched over, clutching at her stomach. "Wh-what did you do to me...?"

She looked up and growled, taking another step back, then gasping as she felt an odd....twitch? She suddenly stood bolt upright, closing her eyes. "HNNN! M-make it stop!!" There was a sudden tightness, then a loud tearing noise, her panties ripping to shreds as a large, powerful erection burst from between her legs, pushing her skirt up and out of the way. Samantha's new cock twitched slightly, almost as large as Rafe's, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. "Wh-what....what did you do to me?!" Samantha looked down at her new body part with a look of horror. "G-get rid of it! Get rid of it!!!"
 
"There's only one way to get rid of it..." He stared at Samantha and then motioned down to the girl that was blissfully sucking him off. "You want it gone? Use it. Oh and I wouldn't be so loud if I were you, someone might hear." Rafe chuckled and he gripped the back of the young girl's head, shoving his cock up into her to the base, causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure. Then he started to firmly hump her face.
 
Samantha didn't know what to do. She simply stood there panting, her new cock twitching, shredded remains of her panties on the floor around her feet, small chest rising and falling beneath her blouse with every breath she took. "I....I...." Use it? He couldn't be serious could he? And yet.....there she was....the girl on the floor infront of her.....oh god...Samantha couldn't take it. Strange new hormones were running through her body, urges she had never felt before were taking control, overwhelming her. Before she could even realise what she was doing, Samantha lunged forwards, ramming the entirity of her new cock into the girls body, eyes rolling into her head and tongue rolling out of her mouth as she did so, just holding herself in the girl in an attempt to get used to the sensation.
 
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