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Caroline's secret

... Tonight I would bleed for him. The air was heavy and humid; it soothed me. The darkness, complete and reassuring, moved me. I crossed my hands across my naked breasts, placed the soles of my feet together and silently chanted my mantra. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. An owl screeched. Its echo skimmed across the midnight moor. On this unique occasion, nothing moved, nothing broke from cover. Footsteps. Closer. Breathing. Louder. The tiny hand cupped to my ear contained a tiny voice, a voice of one I knew. 'He is coming! He is coming! Screw up your eyes. Keep them closed, for to set eyes upon him is to lose him forever.' The anticipation of approaching pleasure almost caused its ultimate physical manifestation. I gasped. 'Oh, Secret! Is it true? Tell me! Is it true?' 'Trust me, Mistress! Yes! It is true. The one you desire the most is almost upon us! He will take you, use you, will pierce your loins and, before morning, spill your virgin's blood upon this ancient rock.' Tiny feet scurried; the owl shrieked again. I screwed up my eyes and waited. 'I'm pregnant' 'Oh, fuck, Alice! Who's the father?' 'How the fuck should I know? Some... some bloke...' 'Not... not...' She snorted. 'Who? James?' The girl needed to work on her pelvic floor, for again she laughed till she wet her knickers. It was my private theory that all that cock had somehow destroyed her bladder. 'What'll you do? G-g-g-g-get mmmarried?' The look she gave made me shrivel inside. 'Fuck off! Nah, I'll get rid of ...

... it.' 'But...' 'Listen! I'm not getting married. I'm never getting married. Not having children neither! All those cocks out there and you think I'm going to settle for one? And then let some kid split me in half? No fucking thanks.' Still I waited. Day followed night followed day followed night until, on the next full moon, I sensed his impossible presence. Footsteps. Breathing. Though I dared not look, dared not break the spell, I barely needed to, could picture him in all his glory standing before me. Undoing his cloak. Letting it fall. Stepping forward till he stood naked between my welcoming thighs, his manhood drawn back, its shaft straight, the shining arrowed head aimed unerringly at its target. Weight pressed on me. Bitter breath affronted me. The burning pain in my loins was instant and unbearable. My dripping blood hissed as it hit the crystal lattice that supported us. A monster's roar ripped the air. Shock prised open my eyes. A beast rode me, rose above me, its fiery hair casting sparks into the rising wind. A gaping mouth, a neglected graveyard of yellowed stones, now filled my incredulous gaze, and issued a string of humiliating obscenities from its putrid depths. 'Oh, fuck, Caz! Fuck! You're a virgin. You really are a fucking virgin!' Believe it or believe it not, I was grateful for James. I loved him. And for a while we were happy. Eventually, two over-sized ginger crowns stretched my once-tight pussy; two hungry mouths suckled on my once-tiny nipples. As my ...