This choice: She uses her Katana to remove your pants. (She dominates you.) • Go Back...Chapter #5The Spirit Removes Your Pants by: Sly F   "Please!" you whimper again. "Don't hurt me!"
The air is filled with the unnerving sound of bones cracking as her disembodied limbs snap and contort in not-quite-natural ways. Her bandages have started to unravel, and segments of them have even started to fall off, from the way she's tugging on them, tantalizingly revealing even more of her deathly pale but exquisitely smooth flesh. You cower in fear and awe with your back literally to a wall.
Rin reaches behind her back and pulls a razor-sharp, blood-stained Katana from seemingly thin air. Then she lets out a wordless shriek directly in your face. Your blood goes completely cold and every muscle in your body feels like it's turned to stone. You hold your breath as the blade swings through the air directly towards you.
Rin hacks and slashes over and over. Then she lets loose with another blood-curdling shriek and returns the sword behind her back, where it disappears from sight again. The fabric of your pants and underwear splits in a thousand places all at once and falls to tattered ribbons at your feet, leaving you exposed to the elements from the waist all the way down.
Rin grunts and shoves you against the wall, hard enough to stun you and make you cry out in pain. She puts a hand to your chest and pins you in place. Then she surprises you by mashing her thick, dark lips against yours.
Her tongue forces its way through your lips and probes your mouth, then retracts. She ends the kiss by biting your lips, just hard enough to hurt . . . but in a good way?
She looks at you with her blank eyes, neck contorting from side to side as her spine snaps and cracks.
"M-maybe we should come up with a safe word?" you stammer.
Rin goes in for another kiss. Her hands, smooth and shockingly pleasantly cool, go under the back of your shirt and up your back. They caress you lovingly for a second, and then she scratches you with nails almost as sharp as the blade of her sword. Gently at first, and then a little bit harder.
The sensation makes you flinch against her body and moan into her lips as she continues forcefully kissing you. You're more and more convinced this can't be a dream. After all, they say you can't feel pain in dreams, right?
She digs her nails into your back again, harder still. You shudder and moan, but the possessiveness of it sends tingles of pleasure up your spine along with the pain. Her kiss starts to grow suffocating and she bites your mouth again, just a little harder this time, before pulling hers away, lips hovering close enough that you can practically still feel them brushing against yours.
You've barely recovered when she practically head-butts you with the forcefulness of the next kiss. Her face tilts from side to side as she nibbles on your lower lip, and she claws your back over and over, a little bit harder and deeper each time. This is definitely going to leave a few marks to prove it's not just a dream.
She runs the sharp nail of her index finger from your back to your side and then down towards your groin, the sensation sending tingles through your body.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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