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Cyber- Lust
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Cyber-Lust
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An Erotic Thriller
by Zaphod
Part One - "The Little Black Box"
I
Whooosh!
The wave of electricity came over her suddenly, like jumping into the
rushing flow of a cold river in the springtime. She could feel her heart
begin to race, her muscles tense. Her teeth clenched tightly until her
jaw ached horribly.
But, Cindy knew that it would pass. She had felt the wave of pain before
She had felt it a number of times. It was a pain that seemed almost
impossible to endure, yet she was driven to get through it. She had but
only to wait.
For the reward would be immeasurable.
Zapppp!
The second wave was worse than the first. This was new. There had
never been a second wave of pain. It was as if a giant claw had grabbed
onto her breasts and had begun to pull at them with all of its might.
Something the diameter of a telephone pole forced itself up inside of
her dry pussy. A giant block of solid concrete landed atop her aching head
She could barely stand it.
And then it was over.
It ended as suddenly as it began. The pain went away and Cindy was, at
last, left with a feeling of peace. Her body relaxed. The claw, the pole,
and the cement block were simply memories.
Cindy opened her eyes slowly, as if she were slightly afraid of what
she might see. She blinked twice, adjusting to the dim light of her new
surroundings.
She was standing in a small clearing, totally naked. The light breeze
blew over her sweaty body, sending chills up and down her spine. The tall
grass tickled her all the way up to the tops of her thighs as it swayed
in rhythm with the wind.
"Yessssss," she wheezed as the tender blades of grass tickled her ever
so gently.
Her head tilted back slightly as her long blonde hair flowed down the
soft curves of her muscular back. Her tongue brushed lightly across her
deep red lips as a solitary blade of grass managed to reach above the rest
and gently brush against her tender clit.
Knees began to buckle. Hips began to slowly thrust.
Forward.
Backward.
Forward.
Backward.
Soon, it was more than she could take and she fell lightly to the soft
earth. The grass seemed to bow in toward her, carressing her sensitive
breasts. Her nipples grew hard and her pussy began to flow as the juices
inside sought someplace to go.
Hips still bucking.
Torso swaying left to right.
It was the most incredible experience Cindy had ever experienced. It was
much better than the last time. The waves of pleasure came more frequently
She could feel her hot blood coursing through her viens - each and every
one of them.
"Take me NOW!!!!!" she screamed with all of her might.
There was suddenly an invisible force between her legs. So powerful, tha
there was no way she could resist it. Cindy felt the force fill her vagina
like water filling a balloon. She bucked wildly.
"Yes!"
The ground disappeared beneath her and suddenly she was falling. Falling
free as the wind. The force moved in and out of her eager pussy, driving h
to the most explosive orgasm of her life. She came for what seemed like an
hour, falling through the open air all the way.
Smack!
The world's greatest orgasm ended.
Everything went black.
II
Detective Tom Arcura looked up from his postition on the sidewalk at the
base of a huge skyrise apartment building. It was a long way up.
It was a longer way down.
The girl who lay dead at his feet had discovered that the hard way. Her
naked form was bent and mangled hideously on the pavement. Her blonde hair
was matted with dried blood which had oozed from a huge gash in her once
lovely face. He could not make out her eyes through the modern looking dar
glasses she wore.
"Suicide?" asked one of the uniformed officers.
"I don't think so."
Arcura was almost sure that it wasn't. There was something maniacal abou
this one. No one took off their clothes, put on a pair of shades, and jump
twenty storied to their death. It didn't make sense.
It could also be argued that no killer stripped his victim down, put her
in a pair of shades and pushed her twenty stories to her death.
Arcura left the body to the coroner's office and headed up to the girl's
apartment. He entered as the police were finishing their preliminary exam-
ination of the property.
"No signs of a struggle, Tom," began the officer in charge. "Nothing is
out of place. The neighbors say that it sounded like she had a lot of
sexual partners over here in the past few months, but nothing out of the
ordinary."
Tom glanced around the room. It was not the apartment of a suicidal
person. Nor did it look like any sort of foul play had occured. Aside from
the clothing strewn on the floor near the sofa, the apartment was spotless
Then he saw it. He wasn't sure why it stood out, but his gut told him th
it was the key to this. It was a little black box on the coffee table. Som
thing electronic. Something he didn't recognize.
"I'm gonna take this down to Roxy for a look-see."
He held the box in his hands.
It had to be the key...
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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