Béla Book 1: Target Girl
Copyright 2004 Revised 2013
Chapter 3
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Author's note: Before you read further, be advised that this story contains brutal, violent and graphically detailed savagery committed against women.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Superhero Extra Sensory Perception Paranormal Vampires BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Light Bond Sadistic Torture Snuff Gang Bang Orgy Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports Necrophilia Exhibitionism Body Modification Public Sex Violence Transformation
Sean's two brothers and Frank were singing, "For he's a jolly good felll-oooooow, which nobody can deny! Yaayyy!"
As the song finished, Sean was forcing down a big gulp of beer, trying not to make a face at the sour taste of it. He could hear Béla talking in his mind.
'It's similar to learning to like coffee, or beer, ' he could hear her saying, as his mind replayed the scene. He hated beer, and doubted he would ever learn to like it.
He anxiously looked over toward the blue door with the flashing red light over it. More men were going in through the door where Béla was. A woman's scream was cut off just as the door to the soundproofed room closed. He jumped up and headed toward the Target Room door. Pat, his oldest brother, grabbed him.
"Hey, where're you goin', li'l buddy?" he asked, slurring his words. He and Mike had consumed at least two pitchers of beer while waiting on their little brother to lose his virginity.
"She's hurt!" Sean exclaimed. "Somebody's hurting her!"
He tried to pull free and go rescue Béla.
"It's okay, li'l buddy," Pat said, holding on tight, "it's what she does. Right, Mike?"
Mike nodded agreement.
"But she's in there alone! With all those men..." Sean cried, then suddenly stopped, realizing his brothers were right.
'It's what she does... '
He wondered if the fascinating, fragile woman he'd met and talked to and made love to for the last hour or so was real, or just an illusion. She actually looked younger that he was. How could she be so much more knowledgeable in certain areas than anyone he'd ever met before? How could she be so caring and fragile, and still be able to do that with ten or twenty men at a time? He'd heard his brothers talk about her before. Was this the same 'hot babe' they bragged about making 'airtight' last week, whatever that meant?
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