Side Story: Bad Ending 1 — The Stalker
At the sound of my refusal, my eyes darted to the Stalker of their own accord. And the moment I saw those eyes — eyes brimming with a thrilled, condensed killing intent that promised to kill me in every possible sense of the word — I understood. If I didn't set off at least a little of this fuse right here and now, I was going to be violated for days straight without a single word of conversation.
So, working hard on behalf of the cock that kept announcing it would be entering between my thighs soon, I squeezed them a little tighter — then glanced back over my shoulder. It had no effect at all.
"Nnh…"
If anything, those cheap little tricks of mine seemed to bounce right off him; a finger simply poked into my anus, slid in for a moment, and withdrew, as if to say such games wouldn't work on him.
"Wh-which floor are we on?"
[The sixty-eighth.]
"When… when do we get there?"
[When I decide we do. After this is finished.]
With that, the Stalker slid a hand onto my belly and began to draw it slowly, slowly downward, his cold touch cooling my fevered body — but my womb, having none of it, throbbed and pounded, cranking my body heat right back up.
"Ah…!"
The hand that had been stroking my stomach suddenly slipped beneath my swimsuit and began to caress my pussy, and a sound escaped me before I could stop it. I'd assumed I wouldn't be touched there for a while yet.
'Nnh… nnh…'
The cold hand would caress my pussy once and pull away, then the burning cock would slide in between my thighs, stroke, and pull back. An exquisite pleasure, hot and cold tangled together — and before I knew it, I caught myself thinking that being taken like this, in my current state, wouldn't be so bad.
A mesugaki who picked a fight deserves to get ravished, after all. Maybe this was fair too, I thought.
But the moment the Stalker opened his mouth, I retracted that thought entirely.
[Once this first round is over, you won't so much as be able to speak to me. The shape of your words won't hold together.]
Not a single lewd word in it — and yet I could picture it all too vividly: myself ruthlessly ravished, drowning in pleasure, trembling uncontrollably.
[We will spend our time the way young couples burning with passion wish it would last forever. Perhaps, to you, it truly will feel eternal.]
"Hnngh…"
Swish, swish — the alternating caresses of cold and heat. And in my ear, an unending stream of sentences that were obscene without containing a single obscene word.
I really felt like I was going to lose my mind.
But I wasn't so far gone that I'd obediently offer up my pussy. He was keeping me at exactly, exquisitely, the brink of madness — and no further.
"Th-that's— hngh!"
I could tell something had to give before this went too far, so I tried to speak — and the index and middle fingers that had slipped into my mouth seized my tongue and swirled it around in circles, making it impossible.
'No… no, I can't.'
My womb throbbed and pulsed, whispering that I should keep this arousing situation going.
My pussy was loving the caresses too much to complain; it tried to flap open and shut, pleading for a moment's rest, only to fall silent the instant another stroke landed.
My anus kept clenching hard and releasing in a desperate bid to have that hot thing removed, the motion so rhythmic it looked for all the world like my hips were moving on their own.
'I'm… I'm going to die… I'm actually going to die.'
That feeling — melting under the burning cock, freezing over again under the cold hands, over and over — truly felt like madness. But I knew that if we reached the bed like this, the excited Stalker would kill me halfway, and that alone let me claw my sanity back by a thread.
"…Eh… eeeh!"
'Please, at least my mouth—'
Every plea to be released was strangled by the hand holding my tongue, leaving nothing but variations of "ehh" in different pitches. Just as I was straining with everything I had to break through somehow and force some words out—
ding.
The elevator arrived, and the doors slid open with a whisper.
[To tell the truth, I intended to finish inside you in the elevator.]
The instant those words left him, the Stalker stopped every motion at once, flipped me over, and began kissing me furiously. It was unmistakably a kiss laced with affection — but when I cracked my eyes open and looked at what was in front of me, those utterly composed, immaculately orderly eyes staring back at me were so frightening that I squeezed them shut again.
'I am in serious, serious trouble.'
I don't know how many minutes passed with my eyes closed like that. The long, long kiss finally ended around the point where I'd held my breath to its limit and decided I couldn't take any more.
[I stopped so that I could save every last drop and finish inside you.]
The news was so devastating that I tried to pull my body back a little — hopeless, of course; I was hauled right back in. And the Stalker's balls, which my forcibly dragged hand came to rest against, throbbed against my palm, letting me know they had finished their preparations to pour semen inside me.
"I-I'll take them off myself!"
Like this, it was over. Truly over. The crushing sense of crisis drove me to buy even a second of time by declaring I would undress on my own —
and the instant the declaration left my mouth, my swimsuit top was already torn to shreds, dangling from the Stalker's hand.
"Huh…?"
A delusion that he would hear me out. He'd listened before, so surely he'd listen now — that delusion didn't shield me even slightly from the hands closing in.
riiiip!
With not the slightest stretch, the swimsuit tore like ordinary cloth.
I stumbled backward in panic, arms flying up to cover my breasts and pussy on pure reflex — which only made things worse. As if this reaction were exactly what he'd wanted, his cock jabbed hard into my stomach, and my womb gave a knock of its own, announcing that another entrance would be paying me a visit soon, and that it was going to break me.
"I-I'll give you my pussy, so please— kyaaa!"
My panicked brain, desperate to stall, reached for the line every man in fiction loves best — the woman who surrenders herself and offers up her pussy — but it had zero effect on the Stalker. If anything, I got tossed onto the bed.
whump.
'Ah…'
The moment I hit the mattress, I understood. This was the stage upon which my tragedy would play out — the place where I would wail.
"N-no… I can't…"
I knew I couldn't escape. And yet instinct was screaming at me: get out of here, right now. Otherwise you'll be taken over and over in this place, without ever managing to spit out a single proper word.
"Hya—!"
The bed caught me without the slightest jolt, as if declaring it would protect me.
swish, swish…
But its master, it seemed, was the exception; the sheets put up no barrier at all, and all I could hear was the whisper of the bedding brushing against the Stalker's feminine body.
And then, feeling a chill rising slowly from beneath me, I made a desperate attempt to clamber off the bed—
tap.
'Huh?'
A cold hand closed around my ankle, and I froze solid on the spot.
[Stay face-down like that, and slide to the side. To the center of the bed.]
Slow, careful, precisely enunciated words. The tone carried the gentleness of a parent teaching a three-year-old a brand-new word — but the substance of it was simply an instruction for the prey to position itself nicely for eating.
[Now then, just a little more. I am about to drive my cock all the way down into your womb.]
I looked back — and there it was, a cock fully primed to plunge straight down.
Aiming at me from below, clearly intending to skewer me on the spot.
'Hck…'
Is this how a condemned man feels, walking to the guillotine? I was terrified out of my mind — and still, slowly, I crawled toward the cock waiting behind me. Slowly, right leg down, left leg down. The grazing of my breasts against the sheets told me I had become a woman now, that being run through by that thing would bring me pleasure — and that enormous cock, swaggering that it stood ready to penetrate me without a moment's hesitation, was more than enough on its own to summon fear.
tuk.
How far had I crawled back? Before I knew it, my pussy had made contact with something hot.
A brief standoff. My pussy flapped open and shut, tasting of Cooper's fluid, puzzling over what on earth this thing could be, while every muscle in my body — all of them insisting that we were in serious trouble now — stayed locked rigid, bracing for the impact to come.
[Repeat after me. I am yours.]
"…I am yours…"
After a beat of silence, I repeated it. It was far too late to turn the situation around, after all. So I echoed the words in a mournful voice, pouring in every shred of my hope for even the smallest mercy—
"Aaagh!"
The cock didn't wait for my declaration to finish. As if the declaration had existed purely to set up the ambush, the plunging cock speared my body wide open — utterly defenseless, because I'd been bracing for it to enter only after I finished speaking.
[You were mine from the start.]
The cock shoved deep into my unguarded pussy. My shocked pussy finally remembered how to tense and squeeze, and my womb was still pounding, trying to calm itself after the sudden appearance of a glans — when the cock began to move.
"Agh! Nnh! Hck!"
First it drove in deep, a greeting to the womb it hadn't visited in so long. Then, as if it had never tasted this stretch before, it slid halfway in and ground hard against my walls, squeeze after squeeze. This time it played around, sliding in barely a little before ramming home deep again.
My pussy convulsed, begging for its life, insisting it hated this, trying to push the cock out — and the cock responded by bringing along a new friend, adding a hand that began to grope my breasts.
"Hnnn… hnn…"
Before I knew it, my hips had lifted to chase the retreating cock. To soften the impact of the pounding, my pussy had clamped down and bitten the cock — and my hips had risen along with it.
[Hips down.]
A curt voice with no intention of making anything easier for me. A hand as cold as its master's pressed my hips firmly down, flattening them against the mattress.
"Agh… nngh…"
Every time the cock came in, my womb flinched, as if begging for more. My pussy had been shocked and reluctant at first, but now it was loving it — spreading wide on every thrust and clamping tight on every withdrawal, begging it not to leave. But unlike my lower mouth, my upper one couldn't breathe through the relentless pounding; all that escaped it were muffled, stifled moans.
"Can't… can't breathe… ahhn…"
With my breathing utterly shattered by the sudden penetration, all I could manage were ragged, panting gasps — and my body, taking this rough play as yet another thing to enjoy, began welcoming the cock more eagerly than ever. And the cock, determined to show off its strength for such hospitable treatment, grew harder and thicker still.
"Hiiyaaahn!"
By the time the cock's hammering had become familiar — as if my earlier struggles had all been a lie —
it shoved deep into my pussy, slammed against my womb, popped back out, and my hips trembled uncontrollably as I came, hard.
Whereupon the cock began to interrogate my pussy. Who gave you permission to come? I didn't even put it in yet.
The interrogating cock showed my climax not a shred of mercy — if anything it hammered down harder, slam slam slam, crushing into me. And my pussy, flinching and coming over and over, understanding nothing of its owner's feelings, could only apologize by squeezing even tighter.
[You've gotten used to it, haven't you?]
But the ordeal wasn't over yet.
Sensing that I'd grown accustomed, the Stalker shifted position — no longer hammering from above, but driving in from behind.
He didn't pull all the way out and slam back in; he withdrew halfway, then sank in again with a slow, deep push. The hand on my breasts, deciding that since the lower half had been treated gently, this part could afford some roughness, began pinching my nipples and rolling them in circles. And the cock itself, teasing a womb that had grown used to hard slamming, swayed its glans in lazy strokes near my cervix — then stopped, as if it had something to say. In the same instant I felt his pubic bone press flush against my ass, and the hand left my breasts — because, it seemed, his pubic bone and my ass wished to become closer friends, and drew near to make it so.
"Huaaaahn!"
And so the cock, ignoring my pussy as it came yet again, pressed hard against my womb and released — aided by his pubic bone, which bore down deep to help it lodge even a fraction further inside.
[Hoo… what a truly magnificent pussy. Plump above and below — a feast for the eyes as well.]
"Ah… nnh…"
Then the pressing pubic bone withdrew, and the cock, its duty apparently complete, slipped free of my pussy — whereupon cold fingers, as if telling me to pull myself together, began prodding my quivering hole.
"Ah… ahh… hck…"
As if pitying my poor cum-dripping pussy and offering to clean it out for me, two fingers stirred and stirred, churning in and out — then slid free with a flick and gave my clit the lightest tap, gifting me a pleasure that was closer to a scream.
"!?… ??!… !!!!!!!"
[Well then… I kept my promise — fondling your breasts while taking you from behind. Shall we try it from the front, next?]