This choice: Chunky takes the ring and ravages Sybil. • Go Back...Chapter #6Chunky takes the ring and ravages Sybil. by: Marknew   Sybil felt the ring’s presence again. Her first thought was to be herself again, to restore her fitness and the shape of her elite runner’s body. Her breasts shrunk back, her hips narrowed, her muscles became sleek and toned again, and her conditioning returned. Her next thought was going to be to eliminate Chunky as a threat. Permanently.
She never got to that thought. The moment her first changes hit three things happened: her well-toned pelvic muscles tightened around Chunky’s tool, Chunky groaned in pleasure and thrust harder into Sybil, rubbing his hardened, weirdly studded penis across her most sensitive pleasure points, and Sybil’s highly conditioned, physically attuned body responded even more to the stimulation. Her rational mind may have wanted to stop Chunky for good. But where could that mind be found while the rest of her screamed, “MORE! MORE!!” It wasn't that Sybil had a rape fantasy; it was just the normal response of a sexually mature body hurtling, just moments away, toward the most powerful series of orgasms it had ever had and could ever imagine. “Stop!” was not a word in that mind’s vocabulary. At that moment, sixty percent of her wanted more sex, and wanted it more intensely than she ever had. Thirty-five percent wanted love, both to feel it, and to receive it. And five percent wanted it to be Chunky, for the man filling her vagina to also fill her heart, to love her, and only her, forever.
Chunky’s intentions initially were just as focused on a dual mission, ravaging and punishing Sybil to demonstrate his own superiority, and recovering the ring. He thrust deeper into Sybil, revelling in his domination of her body, her every gasp of pleasure confirming his mastery and power. He felt the ring on her finger, and put his fingers on it to wrench it off and put it where it belonged, back on his left pinky. He would be like a god! He would do to EVERY girl on Earth what he was doing to Sybil, forever! No one could ever stop him! But just as he yanked the ring off her hand, an odd sensation filled him, one that, strangely, made him want to possess her even more, even as her cries suddenly fed not only his ego, but his whole being. What was this feeling? He wanted not ALL women, but this one, and only her. The ring passed through where his pinkie used to be. It rested briefly on his knuckle, then dropped on the ground and rolled into the base of a tree. Chunky registered the ring’s presence briefly and then returned to Sybil. He wanted to show her feel his power, the super power of his super-studded super-prick. Each scream she uttered excited him up more but not because it dominated and diminished her, but because it thrilled and completed her.
“Oh, Chunky!” she cried! “More! Harder! Take me!”
“Sybil! MY Sybil! Everything you want will be yours!” he shouted in reply.
“You! It’s you, I want! All of you!” She clutched at him with all her strength. He was in her, a part of her. His strength was hers too. She wrapped her strong legs around his waist and screamed in ecstasy. Her legs, which could crush the organs of any normal man, merely massaged the enhanced, thickened abdominals Chunky had given himself. He roared in pleasure and triumph. They were a couple of gods!
The boys looked at each other, embarrassed. They backed away quietly and resumed their run to the school. No one discussed the afternoon’s events in the shower, or ever again.
The ring sat in the base of the tree, watching. Waiting.
Four girls from the high school approached. One was crying, running slightly ahead. Esmerelda Wang, a bright 15 year old, 2 years ahead of her age group in school, was being chased by three other seniors, her regular tormentors, led by Sophie Wolf. Esmerelda was clutching a physics book in her thin arms, her math and history books were already torn and thrown in the mud, her homework was ripped to pieces. Her modest dress was muddy and disheveled, the prim, frill along her neck half pulled off. One of her pumps was missing, the other was ruined. She stumbled and fell near the tree where the ring lay, her outstretched finger rested across the opening.
Sophie is laughing. “Where does SHE think she’s going? No one’s gonna help her out here? The football team’s already come back! She’s just asking for MORE trouble, making US come all the way here to get her!”
“Serves her right showing us up in front of Miss Bell!” Connie added.
Despite her predicament, Esmerelda felt a sudden upwelling of well-being, as though the threats of the gang of tormentors would come to nothing. It flickered in and out. In one moment she felt she could do anything. In the next, she was about to be a helpless victim again of these vicious bullies. Was it a vision from the God she worshipped, or a cruel illusion from the depths of her despair? Oh, what good she could do if the vision were real! She would vanquish her tormentors, while treating them with mercy and kindness. She would cure the sick, feed the poor, correct those who did evil, whether to others or to themselves, and bring God’s kingdom to Earth.
Does Esmerelda’s finger slip fully into the ring, and allow her to be a powerful force for good?
Does Sophie see the ring sitting next to Esmerelda and snatch it away as another prize, then feeling its power, use it to increase Esmerelda’s torments a hundredfold?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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