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Naomi’s Revenge (mmmmmm/f, m/f, n/c, violence, 
supernatural)


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Warning: This story is a work of adult fiction, and 
should be treated as such. It contains graphic 
descriptions of rape (the real, non-enjoyable kind), 
and some violence. If you are a minor or are offended 
by this type of content, then please read no further. 
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Chapter One: The Princess Awakens


	My hands shook so much that I could barely 
unlock the door to my apartment.  I stumbled inside, 
but my knees suddenly gave out as I closed the door, 
and I fell back against it as it slammed shut.  I 
stayed there leaning against it, my breath coming in 
ragged gasps.  My chest shuddered under my torn shirt 
with every breath as tears of exhaustion ran down my 
cheeks.  I was still too numb for real tears.  Those 
would come later.
	After a minute, I managed to stand.  I walked to 
the kitchen sink and turned on the cold water.  
Cupping my hands under it, I splashed water over my 
face and neck, trying to get rid of that awful sticky 
feeling that still lingered on my skin.  My mind was 
in shock, and I had couldn’t think.  My body was 
operating on automatic, like a sleepwalker.
	I took a coke from the refrigerator, but my 
hands were so weak that I had to struggle for a while 
with the tab before I could open it.  Taking a long 
gulp of the sweet fizzy liquid, I swished it around in 
my mouth, washing away the taste of ...
	My stomach suddenly lurched and I spat the 
mouthful of soda out into the sink, but it was too 
late.  I did manage to make it to the bathroom before 
I got sick, though.  Seeing what I heaved up made me 
even sicker, and I felt like my guts were turning 
inside out as I retched, moaning from the intense 
nausea.  Images flashed in my tortured brain, images 
of the boys holding me down and pressing a knife to my 
throat as they forced my mouth open.
	They had taken turns sticking their things 
between my lips, gagging me until they filled my mouth 
with their disgusting sperm.  Then they choked me 
until I swallowed it, and another guy would start all 
over again.  There must have been six or seven, all 
laughing and grunting and yanking my hair.  When they 
finished, they had left me there in the dark bushes by 
the college parking lot like a used up toy.
	I supposed that I should be thankful that they 
hadn’t forced themselves between my legs, but somehow 
I wasn’t in a very grateful mood.
	Finally, my stomach stopped heaving, and I 
flushed the toilet with a trembling hand, trying not 
to look at the large gobs of white fluid that I had 
just thrown up.  I stumbled back to the kitchen and 
rinsed my mouth out again, then I got another cold 
soda and held it against my forehead.  I collapsed in 
a chair while I soothed myself with the cool metal 
can.
	Then I remembered that my bookbag must still be 
in the bushes by where they had grabbed me, and for 
that stupid reason I finally began to cry.

	I skipped my morning classes the next day. I lay 
in bed for hours, awake but feeling only half-alive.  
I tried to remember everything that happened just 
before I was attacked, but it was all just a blur.  
All that I could remember was the knife pricking my 
throat and the lewd remarks the boys made as they used 
me.
	"She looks like the nerdy type.  I bet she’s 
still a virgin!"
	"We don’t have time to take care of that now."  
That voice had belonged to the one who seemed to be in 
charge.  "Hold her mouth open."  He said.
	"Yeah!  She’s probably never sucked a cock in 
her life!"
	"Give it to her, man!  Make her gag on it!"
	"Uh, fuck yeah!  Swallow it, bitch!  You’re 
gonna be full by the time we’re through!"  
	I never got a good look at their faces, and they 
told me to keep my eyes shut or they’d cut my throat, 
and I believed them.  They had enjoyed my terror.  
They even laughed as I cried and sobbed for them to 
stop.
	The phone suddenly rang, and I just stared at it 
until the answering machine started.  "Hey Naomi, it’s 
Sue."  Sue was my study partner for my Calculus class, 
but I didn’t feel like talking to anyone right then.  
	"I didn’t see you around today.  What’s up?  
Anyway, gimme a call when you can.  Bye."  The machine 
clicked, and the answering message rewound.  Slowly, I 
got up.  I felt awful, but I went and took a hot 
shower anyway.  I had taken two last night, but 
somehow I still felt dirty.

	I dried myself off, and for the first time I had 
the courage to look at myself in the mirror.  I looked 
surprisingly normal.  I guess I had expected some kind of
permanent mark to show the world what happened to 
me.  My eyes were red from crying and there were a few 
small bruises on my breasts, but that was all.  I 
looked myself over in the steamy mirror and shook my 
head.
	I had always thought that only cute girls got 
raped.  I wasn’t exactly dog pound material, but I’m 
no raving beauty either.  If I had to describe myself 
in one word, it would be average. I’m average height 
(5’6"), average weight (about 115 pounds), and I have 
rather ordinary features.  I guess I *am* kind of a 
nerd; I’m nearsighted and wear glasses, and I’m pretty 
shy around people most of the time.
	The only thing that isn’t average about my 
appearance is my hair.  It’s dark brown and I’ve grown 
it out since I was little, so that now it reaches down 
almost to my butt.  I wear it braided most of the time 
to keep it out of the way.  It still hurt a little 
from where they had been pulling on it to keep my head 
still.
	I felt a little better after the shower, and I 
decided to go back to school for one class, at least.  
I wasn’t going to let those bastards ruin my life.  I 
also needed to find my bag.  On the short walk to the 
campus from my apartment, I felt a twinge of terror 
every time I saw a guy so much as look in my 
direction, or walk towards me on the sidewalk.  I 
realized that my attackers could be anyone.  They 
could even be in my classes or live in my apartment 
building and I might never know it!
	I stood on the sidewalk by where they had jumped 
me the night before.  My heart was pounding and my 
hands were sweaty with barely controlled fear.  I 
looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but I 
only saw a couple of students walking to their cars.  
I hesitantly walked into the bushes, searching the 
ground for my bag.  After a moment I spotted it lying
on the muddy dirt, and I picked it up and brushed a 
few leaves off it.
	Relieved, I turned to go, but I saw a glint of 
metal on the ground, and I bent down to see what it 
was.  It was a small gold pin, and the back was 
missing, like it fell off someone’s shirt.  I grabbed 
it and put it in my pocket, then I walked quickly 
toward my next class.
	During the lecture, I took the pin out and 
examined it.  It was a fraternity pin!  I recognized 
the symbols, and I suddenly remembered that Sue had 
mentioned that her boyfriend belonged to that 
fraternity.  Maybe with her help, I’d be able to find 
something out about the guys that did this to me after 
all.
	Oddly enough, as I walked out of my last class, 
I spotted Sue heading toward me.  "Hi," she said with 
a friendly smile.  "Where’ve you been?  I looked 
everywhere for you!"
	"Uh, I’ve been kinda sick," I replied, not 
wanting to tell her what had happened just yet.
	She looked concerned.  "Are you okay?"
	"Yeah, I’ll be all right," I said.  Then I 
remembered the pin.  "Hey, I need to talk to you about 
something.  It’s kinda important."
	Sue gave me a curious look.  "Well, I was just 
about to ask if you wanted to come over to my apartment
and hang out for a while.  We could talk there."
	"Okay," I answered.  "Sounds good to me."
	"Great.  Come by in about an hour or so.  I’ll 
see you then!"  She waved, and I waved back.  I’d only 
known Sue for a couple of months, but I felt I could 
trust her.  
	I started home, but I stopped with a frown as I 
suddenly remembered that I had a history paper due in 
less than a week and I hadn’t even started on it yet. 
I turned and hurried to the library, hoping that I 
could still find a decent book on middle age religion.
	Wandering in the library’s basement always 
seemed spooky, but today it was exceptionally scary. 
The place was huge and silent, but I kept expecting 
someone to jump out from behind a shelf any second and 
grab me. I didn’t see anyone else though, and I 
managed to calm down as I began searching the history 
section.
	One book immediately caught my eye. It looked 
very old and didn’t have a title on the side, only a 
strange symbol. I picked it up and blew the dust off 
it, then examined the cover. It was old and cracked, 
and marked with a bunch of cryptic designs. I opened 
it, and was a little surprised to find that it was 
written in Latin. I worked at reading it, having 
learned a little in my classic literature class. 
Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that I’d forgotten 
most of it. I could only tell that it seemed to have 
been written sometime in the 1700’s. It was really 
old, then, and probably valuable. It must’ve been put 
down here by accident.
	Suddenly, I let out a little scream and dropped 
it like it was a snake. It had seemed to move in my 
hands, the words seeming to twist on the page! I 
stared at for a few seconds, then took a deep breath 
and tried to get hold of myself. Books didn’t move on 
their own, it had just my imagination. I’d been under 
a lot of stress lately, and I must’ve just imagined 
it.
	Still, my hand was a little shaky as I reached 
out and picked it up. I opened it again, and gasped in 
shock as I saw that the words had changed. They were 
in English!
	"Many portals exist to the nether worlds." This 
page began. Below was a spooky looking pentagram type 
symbol. "Through these portals one may summon 
creatures of terrible power, but these entities are 
often malevolent and uncontrollable." It went on to 
list a bunch of long and unpronounceable names. 
	Wow. This was some pretty weird stuff. I flipped 
through it quickly. It seemed to deal with a lot of 
ancient pagan religions, more than I ever thought 
there were. There was more than enough interesting 
stuff to write a report about. I didn’t come across 
any Latin words, but I figured that I must’ve just 
opened it up to a page with some Latin phrases on it, 
then lost my grip on the cover. Yeah. That must’ve 
been it. I shivered a little, even though I wasn’t 
cold, and I quickly went back upstairs out of this 
spooky dungeon. 

	A half-hour later, I was knocking quietly on the 
door of Sue’s apartment.  She let me in with a smile, 
then gave me a brief tour. Her apartment was bigger 
and nicer than mine, with a large bedroom and kitchen.  
Sue was in a sorority, and she was a lot more social 
and outgoing than I was. She also came from a rich 
family. She seemed like a nice enough person to me.
	"So, you mentioned that you wanted to talk about 
something?"  Sue asked as we sat on the sofa. My 
backpack was sitting on the floor at my feet, the 
strange old book sitting inside along with my 
textbooks.
	"Yeah," I said hesitantly, not really sure where 
to begin.  But I just had to tell someone. "Something 
pretty bad happened to me yesterday."
	She leaned forward.  "Really?  What?"
	"Well, I was walking home through the school 
parking lot, and all of a sudden these guys jumped out 
of the bushes and grabbed me and, uh, they..."  I 
fumbled for words, but couldn’t find any.  Tears 
started welling up in my eyes, and I must’ve looked 
pretty distraught because Sue quickly came over and 
gave me a hug.
	"It’s okay!  It’s okay," she reassured me.  
"Don’t think about it right now, just relax.  You can 
tell me when you’re ready.  Here, I’ll get you 
something to drink."  She went into the kitchen as I 
tried to stop sniffling.  She brought out two glasses 
of lemonade and handed me one, and she chatted about 
school and her job for a while, helping to take my 
mind off my troubles.  
	After a little while, I started feeling pretty 
tired.  I figured that I was still in shock or 
something.  I still wanted to talk to Sue about the 
pin, but before I could, there was a knock at the 
door.  Sue opened it, admitting a stocky and fairly 
handsome blonde guy.  She introduced us.

	"Naomi, this is my boyfriend Jim.  Jim, this is 
Naomi."
	"Hi," I murmured, looking up at him.  I was 
having trouble keeping him in focus for some reason.  
I felt giddy.
	"Hello, Naomi."  He said.  His voice sounded 
vaguely familiar.  "I’m very pleased to meet you."  He 
exchanged a strange look with Sue and sat down.  I was 
getting a little scared. I knew that something was 
going on, but it was getting harder and harder for me 
to think.  Suddenly, my vision blurred totally, and 
everything went gray.

	I don’t know how long I was out, but gradually I 
started to become more aware.  With a shock, I 
realized that I had been stripped naked and was lying 
on Sue’s bed!  I heard a loud moan, and when I turned 
my head I had another shock.  
	Sue and Jim were also naked, and they were 
screwing on the floor only three feet away! Jim was 
lying on his back while Sue bounced up and down on top 
of him, her blonde hair flying everywhere.  All of a 
sudden, Sue let out a groan and stopped bouncing.
	"Damn, babe,"  Jim said.  "You come too fucking 
quick!  Why don’t you wait for me sometime, huh?"
	Sue got up and stretched, her sweaty tits 
swaying on her chest.  "What do you think Naomi is 
for?"  She smiled and leaned over me.  "Look, she’s 
even awake already."  I still felt groggy, and I could 
barely move.  I tried to sit up, but Sue pushed me 
back down.  "Not yet, girlie.  Jim here has wanted to 
ride me bareback for a long time, and I won’t let him.  
But since I hear you give such good head, maybe he’ll 
like fucking you just as much!"
	Everything suddenly clicked into place.  I 
recognized Jim’s voice now!  He was the leader of the 
guys that had raped me, and Sue was somehow in on it!  
She had drugged me!
	"Take that rubber off," Sue was saying to Jim, 
an evil grin spreading on her face. "You won’t be 
needing it any more tonight!"  I protested weakly and 
tried to get up again, but Sue turned and slapped me 
hard, knocking my glasses to the floor.  
	"Do you think I care what happens to you?!"  She 
hissed, pinning me down.  "Do you think I actually 
like you?  Give me a fucking break, you little whore!  
Nobody in school likes you!  This’ll probably be the 
only chance at a real fuck you’ll ever get, so you’d 
better just lie there and enjoy it!"
	Her words stung me more than her slap had, and I 
felt tears welling up in my eyes as she let me go and 
headed for the bathroom.  She had pretended to be my 
friend, all the while planning to humiliate me!
	"Feel free to start without me," she called, and 
I heard the shower come on.  Jim grinned and came 
toward me.  I noticed that there was a small camera 
hanging from a strap around his neck.
	"Funny how things work out, isn’t it?"  He said, 
leering.  "While you were asleep I took a bunch of 
really good pictures of you.  You’re really pretty 
photogenic, at least when you’re lying there with your 
legs spread."  He started to crawl onto the bed, and I 
tried to roll off to escape him, but he grabbed me by 
the hair and then threw me roughly down.
	"Now listen to me you stupid cunt!"  He shouted.  
"If you ever tell anybody about what happened, these 
pictures are going to be posted all over campus!  
Hell, I’ll even send some to your parents so that they 
can see what a little whore their daughter is!"
	"No!"  I clawed at his face, but he grabbed my 
arms.  He chuckled and kneeled next to me.
	"Don’t worry, as long as you keep quiet, nobody 
has to know.  That is, nobody but me and you.  But 
first, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a 
long time..."
	"No," I whimpered again, my gaze falling to his 
bobbing penis.
	"Like what you see, you little slut?"  He said, 
smirking.  "I didn’t think you’d be thirsty for a 
while after the treatment we gave you, but I guess I 
was wrong."  He moved closer, and I weakly tried to 
kick him off me, but he grabbed my leg and my arm and 
flipped me over on my stomach.  He took my arms and 
pinned them behind my back with one hand.  I shrieked 
and struggled, but he was just too strong.
	I felt his other hand move between my legs and 
spread me open.  "Man!" He said. "You look fuckin’ 
tight!  I bet I’m gonna come pretty fast in this 
little pussy of yours!"  I whimpered in helpless fear 
as I felt him push one of his fingers inside me.  
	"You’re kinda dry though."  He chuckled.  "But 
nothing a little spit won’t fix."  I felt him lean 
down, and then I gasped as his wet tongue slithered 
over my unprotected labia.  He licked me a few times, 
and then he moved up, and I heard him spit.  I 
imagined him rubbing it on his dick and I began to 
struggle again, but with little effect.  Something 
thick and blunt prodded at the entrance to my vagina, 
and suddenly he thrust it in.  I felt something tear 
inside me, and I cried out from the sudden sharp pain.
	It felt like he was tearing me in half!  He 
continued pushing into me until he hit bottom with a 
grunt.  I sobbed and gasped as he began pumping it in 
and out of me, each time feeling like he was shoving a 
knife in my gut.
	"Jesus fucking Christ!"  He groaned as he moved 
faster.  "Uh!  Yeah!  So fucking good!"  The pain 
started to lessen, but it still hurt a lot.  I 
whimpered into the pillow as he raped me from behind, 
ignoring my cries of pain.  Then, after less than a 
minute, he suddenly tensed up and his penis started to 
jerk and jump inside me.
	"Oh, Fuck!"  He grunted, and I felt a jet of hot 
juice squirt into my guts.  I realized he was coming, 
and I gave one last effort to push him off before he 
could finish defiling me, but it was no use.  He held 
me down, and continued spraying his nasty semen into 
me until he was empty.  I could only lie there and 
groan feebly.
	"Damn,"  He panted. "You were tight!  Shit, 
there’s nothin’ like a virgin pussy!"  He pulled out 
of me with a wet plopping sound and got up.  "I need a 
beer after a fuck like that," he said, then walked off 
down the hall.
	My vagina throbbed painfully, but my mind felt 
numb.  I shook my head to try to clear it, and 
unsteadily got to my feet.
	A trickle of gooey wetness slid down my inner 
thigh, and I glanced down to see a large gob of bloody 
sperm leaking out of me.  I began to feel sick and 
even more wobbly.  I looked away quickly, and my eyes 
focused on a ceramic lamp sitting on a stand by the 
bed.  
	"Take it," a quiet voice said. 
	I looked around in panic, but there was no one 
there. 
	"Do you want him to rape you again?" The voice 
was feminine and soft, but seemed to resonate 
strangely in my head.
	"No," I murmured to the empty room.
	"Then take it, girl!" 
	I looked at the lamp for a second with 
apprehension before grabbing it and yanking the cord 
from the wall. I had it, though I almost fell down 
from the effort.  Sue was still in the shower, so I 
walked toward the kitchen, grimly determined to give 
at least one good whack to Jim’s rapist skull.
	I had nearly made it down the hall when he 
suddenly came around the corner, still naked and with 
a beer in one hand.  He looked surprised to see me 
there, and we seemed to stare at each other for an 
instant before I screamed and lashed out with the 
lamp.  He came for me at the same instant, and the 
lamp shattered as it hit his forehead with a dull 
thud.  
	I dropped the remnants of the lamp and staggered 
into the wall.  Jim stood there for a second with a 
look of disbelief on his face, then shook his head 
from side to side. His eyes focused on me, and his 
lips twisted in a furious snarl.
	"You fucking cunt!" He dropped the beer and 
backhanded me sharply. I tumbled to the floor, 
whacking my head against the wall on the way down. The 
carpet spun before my eyes, and I felt my head jerk 
back and he grabbed my hair and pulled hard. It felt 
like he was tearing my scalp off.
	I screamed, and he grabbed the back of my head 
and slammed my face against the floor. I felt a sharp 
crunch as my nose exploded in agony. It hurt so bad I 
could only moan while tears started to stream from my 
eyes. I was dimly aware that Jim had grabbed me and 
was dragging me back into the bedroom. He dropped me 
on the floor, blood trickling from my nose
	"What the hell’s going on out there?"  I heard 
Sue yell as she appeared in the doorway, naked and 
with her skin still wet from the shower.
	"The little bitch hit me with a fucking lamp!"
 Jim spat as he kicked me in the side, knocking the 
breath out of me. I gasped miserably into the carpet, 
smearing blood everywhere.
	"Jesus," Sue exclaimed, standing over me. "You 
broke her nose!"
	"She had it coming," Jim retorted, whipping my 
head up by the hair and looking me in the eyes. "And 
I’m not through with you yet, not by a long shot. If 
you liked having my dick in your pussy, you’re gonna 
love it when I shove it up you’re tight little ass!"
	I sobbed weakly as he rolled me over on my back 
again. 
	"You want me to get the K-Y?" Sue asked with a 
smirk.
	"No. The bitch doesn’t deserve it." I felt Jim’s 
weight on top of me, and I closed my eyes and gritted 
my teeth as I felt the dry end of his thing pushing at 
my ass. The pain and the pressure grew, until his 
penis slid inside me with an agonizing stabbing 
feeling. The pain was incredible, even worse than when 
he’d violated me before.
	He began to move, and it felt like he was 
driving a red-hot poker into my body. I was gritting 
my teeth so hard that I thought they would shatter, 
but the pain was too unbearable even to allow me to 
scream.
	Suddenly, my mind was filled with quiet 
laughter. "It looks like you are in a bind, little 
one." It was the voice again.
	"Fuck you," I told it in a hissing whisper.
	"Oh, yeah!" Jim grunted. "Talk dirty, you little 
whore!" He began pumping even harder. It hurt so bad I 
wanted to die.
	"I can help you," the voice said. "I can make it 
so that he never hurts you again. All you have to do 
is say one word."
	"Yes," I hissed, my own voice barely a whisper. 
"Anything!"
	Jim continued to thrust into me, and after a few 
moments passed I was sure that I’d lost my mind. Then, 
an image began to form in my thoughts, the yellowed 
page from the old book where I’d seen all the names. 
Now I could see only one, and I somehow knew that was 
the word I had to say.
	Though I would have gladly walked through a pit 
of broken and flaming glass if it would have made this 
stop, I hesitated. Something about this felt wrong, as 
if I would be doing something very terrible. 
	But then, Jim forced his entire length into my 
rectum, and the pain drove up through my body and out 
my mouth as I screamed a single word. Then the agony 
was too much, and the world turned dark.
	
	I woke up standing in the cold spray of a 
shower. I began to panic until I realized that I was 
in the bathroom of my own apartment. Then I looked 
down at the swirling water, and I panicked again. It 
was turning a dark red color as it dripped from my 
body to the tub, and I looked at my arms and chest to 
see that I was literally drenched with blood. I forced 
myself to calm down and reached to touch my nose 
tentatively, then it squeezed it and wiggled it back 
and forth. Nothing. It was good as new. I also 
realized that my butt didn’t hurt either.
	I hastily scrubbed the sticky red fluid off 
myself and went to look in the mirror. I looked fine. 
Even the little bruises on my breasts were gone.
Wrapping a towel around myself, I left the bathroom 
and went into the kitchen. I froze when I saw the red-
smeared camera sitting on the counter. The last time I 
had seen it, it had been around Jim’s neck. Oh God, 
what had happened?
	There was a note underneath it, written very 
elegantly in blue ink. I picked it up and read it with 
a rising feeling of dread.

	"I have kept my promise, little one. Those two 
will never bother you again. You will note that I left 
your body in better shape that I found it, and you 
will also find several very interesting photographs at 
the end of the roll of film in this camera. It was 
good to be back in the mortal world, and do not 
hesitate to call on me if you need me again.
	Love and Kisses,
	Val."

	I stared at the note in mute horror. What had I 
done? I looked at the camera. Did I really want to see 
what was on that film? Part of me did, but a larger 
part was disgusted by it. I fumbled with it until the 
cover came open, then I yanked the film out and put it 
in the microwave on high for two minutes. It was 
totally melted and smelled awful after only one, and I 
turned it off.
	I dropped down into a chair, suddenly feeling 
very tired. I suddenly noticed my backpack lying half-
concealed underneath the coffee table. I opened it 
with trembling hands, then took out the book and 
flipped through the crackling pages until I found what 
I was looking for. I searched through the names until 
I found it.
	"Valkinetia," it read. "Daughter of the Demon 
Arioch. Worshipped by the Azurites as the Rogue 
Demoness; the Princess of Darkness."
	I snapped the book shut, feeling my skin crawl. 
Had this demon creature taken over my body? What had 
happened to Jim and Sue? I shuddered, suddenly very 
sure that I didn’t want to know. This was all so 
bizarre that I was beginning to think that I had 
dreamed it.

	I didn’t notice the new message on the answering 
machine until the next morning. I had managed to 
convince myself that none of this had really happened, 
that I’d just had some weird hallucination brought on 
by stress or not enough sleep. But somehow the little 
blinking light on the machine worried me. 
	Reaching over as if irresistibly drawn to it, I 
slapped the little playback button and yanked my hand 
away.
	"Hello, little one," a terrifying voice said. I 
shivered uncontrollably. It was feminine, like the 
voice that had spoken to me last night, but it seemed 
to echo and rebound powerfully in my mind, making me 
want to cower on the floor. 
	"Here, Jim would like to say how sorry he is for 
what he did to you." There was a horrible gurgling 
sound. "Oh, I see. Your tongue is in the way. Let me 
get that." There was a wet tearing noise accompanied 
by a high-pitched scream.
	I listened in sick horror, even more disgusted 
by the fact that part of me was enjoying hearing that 
bastard suffer.
	"Hmm," the voice said, sounding disappointed. 
"It seems that Jim is having trouble talking. But I am 
sure that he is very sorry." The strangled screaming 
increased. "Yes, very sorry indeed. Well, I hope this 
cheers you up a little. Talk to you again soon."
	The machine stopped with a click, then rewound. 
I pressed the delete button with a shaking finger and 
then sat on my bed. I suddenly felt cold, and I hugged 
my arms around myself as I wondered what I should do
next.


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Author’s Note: This story is based somewhat loosely on 
an erotic manga series called "Princess of Darkness", 
published by Eros Comix. I recommend it highly, 
especially if for some odd reason you liked this 
story. - DevoSpudC
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