A Change of Pace

          Well, I haven't done a supa personal entry in some time. I don't even know if any of you even care to know what's been going on in my supa personal life, but I don't care 'cause its my blog! c:
So, since it has been a year since my last ex, Daniel P., and I broke up. In between that time and about a week ago I had been concentrating on not being in a relationship, for several reasons. I wanted to work on myself since I realized I had gained some problematic tendencies, and I wasn't sure if I could deal with the stress that may come with it. Well, as of last week I have gotten myself into another relationship. But this time feels different, I feel like I have changed for the better and that I have come to a sort of peace within myself. Now I'm not saying I've completely changed everything, however I feel like I am on the right path. And on this path, I met Daniel Ratliff. I want us to journey together in this life, for as long as we can.
It hasn't been more than about four months since we really started to get to know each other, but that's just fine.

But with this change of pace, I still want to have and keep good, solid, healthy, relationships with my friends.

On a side note to certain people: You will never be more than just a passerby if you won't be my friend first.

Chapter Six: Part Three. "Take Two- Things are not what they seem"

Chapter Six (Part Three)

“TAKE TWO- THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM”

(full chapter)

Most people had been here for as long as they can remember. Others have been here longer than that; with no traces of memories of their before life. They just roamed the streets like zombies. I made sure that I would not become that way. After being trapped in this place for over 6 months now I was dying to get out. And when I say dying, I mean literally dying. I could feel my body grow weaker over the months. I could no longer run as fast as I once could, I could no longer lift as much weight as before… I NEEDED TO GET OUT IMMEDIATELY!

Being homeless and having to scavenge for food can get to your head too. If I wanted to eat I had to make sure I could steal without getting caught. And when I did get caught, all I had to do was open my legs to the police. After they had their fill they would let me go, but of course not after a good beating. Sometimes they would run a train on me. I hated those nights. It always depended on what I stole and who I stole it from. One night, after not eating for three days straight I decided I would steal some meat from a nearby butcher shop. The butcher was an asshole to everybody anyway. I remember that day like it was yesterday… going into his store while I thought it was busy enough for him to not notice me. Oh boy was I wrong.

I tried to steal two pounds of ground beef. I hadn’t eaten meat since I had fallen into my coma. It made my mouth water, and my greed got the best of me. I should’ve known that two pounds missing would be noticed, especially in my bare hands. I looked around, seeing that the butcher was busy with other customers, and being super hungry, I grabbed the packaged meat and ran for the door. I had failed to see the two policemen inside the store, watching me the whole time, waiting for me to make a move. They knew what I was doing all along. When I reached for the door, they both grabbed me by my arms and held on tight.

The first policeman shoved me up against the glass door, my face and entire body pushed up against the cold lettering that spelled “POHS REHCTUB S’NAMDEIRF” backwards as I dropped the meat. The other cop pulled out his baton and began beating my legs in front of everyone. He was relentless- showed no mercy at all. In fact, I believe he enjoyed it way too much. It was most definitely inhumane and evil, the most cruel and unusual punishment I had ever received, even for this world. 

He struck my femurs and tibias with such force that I believe he could have killed a horse if the same blow was to its head. The pain was searing through my entire body. I cried out in immense pain…. I cried out at the top of my lungs. My legs were broken for sure! After the first few hits I began to lose feeling… and …oddly enough… [When I say oddly I mean ODD, like even for this story]… I kind of... liked it.

I mean don’t get me wrong… it hurt like hell and I wished I could’ve died at that point in time, but just being dominated by two men, two men with authority at that, it kind of turned me on. I know that sounds weird, okay. You know… you’re being beaten by two cops in front of a lot of innocent bystanders for trying to steal meat, and okay, they broke your legs but (hey!), whatever gets you off, right? But if I had thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would’ve been wrong. Good thing I like surprises!

So like I was saying, I was getting turned on from them breaking my legs and losing feeling, I may have also been in shock so I’m sure that contributed to that… whole thing.

I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter with each stroke. I wanted to be fucked so bad right then and there!

Then, as the second cop threw me to the floor and held me down, the first began to strip me naked, shirt and bra first and then pants and panties, and proceeded to shove his baton into my anus… without lube.

Now, if you’ve never had anal sex before, this may come to you as a shock and your eyes water up from the most excruciating pain you have ever felt in your entire life. This pain was beyond imaginable. It was as if all of my close friends and family surrounded me with huge butcher knives and took turns stabbing the inside of my anus while mind fucking me at the same damn time- only 10 times worse.

You see, folks, normally when you, if you, decide to try anal sex and you’re on the receiving end of it, you want to start out small and work your way up to a bigger size. Por ejemplo, you could start out with a finger, the pinkie if you are really sensitive. Then, you work your way up from the pinkie to the thumb, then to a small toy, then the GLORIOUS PENIS, then to the baton. And well, needless to say, I had not had anal sex in a long time, so to say that it was a tight fit is most definitely an understatement!

I’ve never been dominated like that before; it was a whole new experience. Also since I was immortal in this world, I liked the fact that I could take all of this pain, granted though it was still pain!

I screamed in agony as I started to concentrate on how much sexual, physical pleasure I could gain from the baton being rammed into my ass. The cop was relentless with it. He didn’t put it all of the way in, only halfway, which to this day I am still grateful for.

In… out… in… out…

My pussy was so wet and ready to be abused just as my ass was, but it never happened. At one point in time I almost asked the cop to put it there instead, but I chose not to.

God. Awful. Pain.

Pleasure.

And then something I definitely did not expect happened.

“Get up, bitch!” said one of the cops. I was so entranced by the painful pleasure that I didn’t catch on to what he was saying the first few times.

“I said get off YOUR FUCKING ASS AND LOOK AT ME!!” I snapped out of my trance and stared up at both of the cops. For a minute there I forgot where I was and why I was there.

Oh yeah… stealing meat…. Ungh…

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?” Both cops yank me up off the ground. I had no idea what was in store for me next.

“I think you fucked her dumb with that baton!” said one of the cops as he helped me stand. I was close enough to him that not only could I smell his horrible cologne, but I could also read his badge. ‘Rhoades’ it read. Officer Rhoades.

“Look at me, you slut”, said the other cop. His badge read ‘Carusse’. I was being beaten and raped by two officers named Rhoades and Carusse. I watched Carusse as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a needle already filled with some kind of clear substance. 

He drew back his arm as if he were going to slap me with it. Just before he swung his arm he looked me dead in the eye and said, “sweet dreams, my little cum bucket. I know you enjoyed being anally raped, you sick psycho!” Then he stabbed my neck with the needle and pressed hard to make sure all of the drug got into my bloodstream, and once again, I was out.