An utterly self-absorbed fetish fantasy involving someone you may or may not know. Sometimes even the most well thought-out fantasies don't always turn out the way you plan it.
Little Stacy wants to leave the backwards-farm-community that she was born and raised in, to the exciting city life with her virtue intact. BUT things do not always work out the way one expects. A little something for everyone in this story.
A young single mother living with her young daughter in a rural setting wakes up to a man looming out of the dark over her naked body. She fears his threat to have her daughter watch as "mommy is raped" if she does not cooperate. She is taken in every orifice in her body all night long... and learns to love it!
A group of toughs have made a deal with Batwoman. They keep Gotham's streets safe, and in return, they violate her instead, letting out every wicked desire they've ever known.
In the dark of her bedroom, Lisa could feel, rather than see, the red flush of mortification crash over her body, like an Atlantic roller against a November shore. It may seem odd that she noted this particular physical sensation at all, considering the competing stimuli: her own bony knees pressing into her cupcake breasts, the sour, whisky-tinged breath wafting into her face, and the hundred-and-eighty pound man pinning her down.