#Abuse #Exhibitionist #Rape
By Harrison Sword
Immortal time traveller roams the centuries raping the sexiest humans who ever lived.
Hi there, I’m a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey like that guy who’s been on TV since the 1960s. In fact the ever-changing character you call “The Doctor” is my half-brother. But instead of zooming around space and time righting wrongs and beating up monsters, I devote my eternal life to raping the hottest babes in history. And now I’m here to tell you all about it.
Who: Marilyn Monroe When: May 19, 1962 Where: Madison Square Garden, New York City.
My name is Jerry – Lord Jeremiah Joseph Aloysius of Gallifrey if we’re being formal. I am immortal and I am not constrained by human notions of time, so I have my pick of the most beautiful people who have ever existed. I can zero in on a date, place and time and take my victims when they are ripe for the plucking. The world freezes around us while I have my wicked way, then I push a metaphysical rewind button and everything goes back to the status quo ante. My victims remember nothing – except during their craziest dreams.
Marilyn Monroe was not a typical target for me because I usually go for skinny young girls with barely-there tits. But who can deny the raw sensuality of MM in that shimmering, glittering, crystal-studded dress that she had to be sewn into before she sang “Happy Birthday Mr President” to President JFK in May 1962, only nine weeks before she died?
Among the rules of the universe that even I’m not allowed to break is that I can’t say or do anything that will change major events in history. Fucking a famous woman when she won’t remember it is OK. But I must not tell her anything that might provoke a change of plans just in case she remembers it in a dream. So, for example, I could not tell Marilyn to keep her trap shut about fucking both of the Kennedy brothers and a Mafia boss, nor could I advise her to disappear overseas for the summer instead of sleeping naked every night in the Brentwood bungalow where she would mysteriously die that August.
Anyway, back to Madison Square Garden. I had decided to ambush her just after she finished her pouting, preening and oh-so provocative performance of Happy Birthday Mr President and was leaving the stage. So while JFK’s giant birthday cake was being wheeled out and the President was making his way to the podium, I appeared out of nowhere and blocked Marilyn’s exit.
“Damn! Peter Lawford – what a horse’s ass that man is,” I said by way of introduction. The B-list actor and Frank Sinatra’s rat-pack pal had made a lame but (in the light of later events) blood-chilling joke when he introduced her to the audience as “the late Marilyn Monroe”.
“Yeah, I know” she breathed in that irresistible little-girl voice. “What a jerk he was saying that. But I like his wife Pat. She’s a Kennedy, did you know?”
Then a pause. “Say, who are YOU, mister?”
She sounded dazed and confused from too many pills and at this stage of her life I guess that this was not unusual. But then she realised that the hall had fallen silent. She looked around and saw that every one of the 15,000 spectators was frozen to the spot. The guys lifting the big cake off its trolley were holding it perfectly still in mid-air.
“What’s happening?” she demanded, a rising note of fear in her voice.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I just created a little pause so I can fuck you while you look so magnificent in that dress. It would be a shame to arouse so many cocks but satisfy none of them tonight, don’t you think? I’m Jerry, by the way. Nice to meet you.”
Marilyn stared at me, mouth wide open. She looked around the hall again, then back at me, her gaze finally dropping to the erection visible through my tight white chinos. I can look like anyone I like during my earthly manifestations and give myself any size of cock. Mostly I present as a handsome young guy with a cock that’s impressive but not too enormous. But every now and then, when I choose a rape victim who’s attractive but a real piece of work – an arrogant bitch with a sharp tongue, for example – I appear as a dirty old hobo with a huge 12-inch tool that will make her howl with pain as I ram it into all three of her holes.
“Let’s make a start,” I told the confused screen goddess. “I want you to pull up the hem of your dress to your waist. Then turn around and face away from me, bend over and touch your toes.”
“Hey, take a running jump, mister – who the hell do you think you are?” said Marilyn, flicking a stray blonde curl out of her eyes and putting one foot forward to walk right past me. But one foot was as far as she got. With barely a conscious thought I took control of her body and blocked her movement. She looked at me and gasped, horrified to find that she was no longer in charge of her own motor skills.
“I can work your arms, legs, hands, feet and everything just as easily as you can,” I calmly explained. “You’ll find it less weird if you just do as I say.”
“What kind of devil are you?” she screamed, even more panic in her voice.
“Not quite a devil,” I said. “More of a super-powered alien who fell in with the wrong crowd. Now start pulling up that dress.”
“Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this is happening,” said Marilyn, now on the verge of tears. But without any mental intervention from me she carefully bent down and grabbed the hem of her long and very tight dress. Then she thought again and started to unfasten one of her shoes.
“Leave the heels on!” I ordered. She meekly complied and returned to the dress.
“Actually, change of plan,” I said. “The dress is going to get ripped anyway, so… ”
I stepped up close behind her and grabbed the material with both hands, pulling downwards. The stitches started popping and soon the dress was ripped open all down the back. She was naked underneath. Marilyn started to shriek and wail, which was annoying, so I silenced her with a thought.
“The dress will be fine when we’re done,” I said. “I give you my word on that. Now let’s get started.”
I reached into the back of the gown, thrust my hands between her arms and body and grabbed her celebrated tits from behind. I groped them all over like a mad guy who’d never touched a woman before, squeezing and kneading and pushing and grabbing and pinching, feeling her nipples get hard between my fingers and squeezing them even harder. I stopped blocking her voice so I could hear her gasping reactions to the pain and pleasure of my assault.
At the same time I made my chinos disappear so my eight-inch cock was out in the open and pushing hard into her ass cleft. With my left hand still kneading her tits, my right plunged down between her legs. She was shaved smooth – rare in the 1960s – and her pussy was wet and hot. I suspect it got that way from her sensual singing performance to President Kennedy, who had been fucking her on the quiet whenever he could and sharing her with his brother Bobby.
“Bend over and touch your toes!” I ordered, but I spoke inside her head without opening my mouth. This always freaks girls out and more often than not they unthinkingly comply. Marilyn hesitated for a moment, then bent double.
“Now move your legs apart,” I told her the same way and she followed my command.
I let go of her tits and pussy, sank to my knees, firmly gripped each of her curvaceous ass cheeks and sank my tongue into her tight anal rosebud. She gasped in shock and tried to wriggle away but I put a stop to that with a thought.
“I’m just getting your ass lubed up the natural way,” I said. “You ever been shafted up the shit-pipe before?”
She let out a grim little laugh. “All the time by two boys I know,” she said. “In their weird Catholic world they say it’s not real adultery so it’s not a mortal sin. And I can’t get pregnant when they fuck my ass so they won’t have to pay for more abortions – another mortal sin.”
While she spoke my hot wet tongue kept moistening her asshole. I spat huge globs of saliva then pushed it inside. Having noticed a musky smell from her pussy I pushed two fingers inside – she gave a deep shudder of satisfaction and seemed disappointed when I pulled them out again – and smeared her natural sex juices all round her anal ring.
Finally I stood up, pushed her legs further apart with my feet, then planted my pulsing erection against her asshole. I pushed hard and felt resistance, then pushed harder and my cock-head burst inside.
“Oh… oww… nooooo, it hurts so much!” she screamed. “You nasty fucking horrible fucking man. When I tell my friends about this you’re gonna be dead, mister. You’ll be thrown in the East River tonight with lead weights round your neck.”
“Ain’t gonna happen, honey,” I told her as I ploughed further into her hot box. “Just enjoy the thought that right now you’re getting fucked in the ass right in front of John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s fat lying face. Believe me, what I’m doing here is a walk in the park compared to the way he and his brother will fuck you up.”
“Hey, who told you it was them?” she demanded, but the question was lost as my cock bottomed out in her ass and she shrieked in pain and alarm, almost losing her balance and falling off her heels. I held her firmly in place and said: “It’s all the way in, princess. Just enjoy the ride.”
Then I started to pound. And, boy, can a super-powered alien rapist pound a human ass. Like I said at the start, I tend to go for skinny girls and I love making my big hands meet around a narrow-as-fuck waist while rogering the teeny tiny ass that goes with it. But a voluptuous backside like Marilyn’s gives you one hell of a cushion to absorb a forceful fuck and I sure as hell used it, thrusting in and out of her like a high-speed battering ram.
I had not re-blocked her voice and the volume of shrieks, squeals, screams, cries and gasps echoing around the cavernous auditorium as I fucked her would have woken a sleeping drunk two blocks away. If I hadn’t pressed pause on all the drunks, sleeping or otherwise, along with everyone else on the planet, that is. But something in her tone told me she was beginning to enjoy it. Ask a hundred different women whether or not being fucked in the ass gives them physical pleasure and you’ll hear a hundred different answers. But some women certainly can reach a climax from anal sex and Marilyn turned out to be one of those.
The famous dress was hanging loosely off her shoulders now so I let go of her ass and clasped my hands around her tits, trapping each nipple between two fingers and squeezing hard. This provoked an even louder scream but the extra stimulation was enough to send her over the edge into an orgasm that sent shudders rippling through her body.
“Oooohhhhh… aaahhhhh…. Mmmm!! Yesssss! Ahh-aah-aah… Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” she howled as my cock kept pile-driving in and out of her tight hole.
Her explosion of pleasure was enough to get my own sap rising and with a groan and a roar I started pumping my seed into her booty.
“Yesss… yess…. Oh fuck, yesss!” I yelled. “I’m fucking Marilyn Monroe in the ass and now she’s full of my spunk. Top of the world Ma!”
I pulled out of her now-gaping hole and took great delight in watching a creampie of spunk leak out and drip into a pool on the stage. There were no iPhones in 1962 but I had brought a fully charged one with me. I magicked it into my hand and took some souvenir shots of Marilyn’s dripping ass. Then I held her shoulders and gently pushed her to the floor so she was sitting on her just-punished ass with her legs in front of her, high heels still in place.
I straddled those legs and got right in her face with my cock. I was happy to note that there was no ass-poop on it – just big globs of semen. I didn’t need to open Marilyn’s mouth by thought control because she did it herself from the sheer shock of seeing a wet and slippery eight-inch rod right in front of her. I seized my chance to push it straight between her lips.
I intercepted a thought forming in her mind that she would bite my dick as hard as she could. “Don’t even think about biting,” I replied inside her head. “You won’t be able to. In fact I could work your lips and tongue and give myself a great blowjob. But it will be super-weird for you if I take over. Why don’t you just do it for me? They say you’re pretty good.”
She expelled me from her mouth to demand: “Who said that? Who’s been badmouthing me around town.”
I laughed and said: “Hey, they were GOOD-mouthing you! Now get to work, movie star.”
I pushed my cock up to her lips. After a moment’s pause she stuck out her tongue and began to twirl it around my foreskin. It felt delicious. “Oh yeah…that’s… divine,” I said as shivers of pleasure ran up and down my spine. I could see her eyes swivelling left and right as she continued to lick my bell-end and that’s when I knew she was getting turned on by the bizarre circumstances. Here she was getting fucked in the ass then blowing a guy’s cock right in front of 15,000 spectators including the President of the United States and his wife and most of the nation’s A-list celebrities. And no one would be any the wiser.
She decided to go for it then and took the end of my cock back into her mouth while continuing to twirl her tongue around inside my foreskin. She got both hands working, too. One stroking my balls and the other gripping the shaft as she began to pump her head back and forward. It felt heavenly at first but after a few minutes I needed more. Her technique was too slow and gentle for my debauched taste. I wanted it hard and nasty so I increased the pace and force of my thrusts into her mouth and soon I was face-fucking her just as powerfully as I had pulverised her ass, holding her head in place with a powerful grip.
After playing nice and treating me to her best oral technique she really didn’t like this sudden aggression and she tried to get away from me, pummelling my legs and ass with her fists. I responded by holding her head in place even more tightly. I was having too much fun to slow down. Besides, she couldn’t hurt me and her weak attempts only added to my perverse delight. Marilyn was gagging and choking now, with slippery viscous saliva leaking out from around my cock on each out-stroke. Without letting my cock leave her mouth I pushed her to the floor and went right down with her. With my body almost perpendicular to hers I pulled her head right back so her mouth and windpipe were in line and I could get even more of my erection inside her. This was full deep-throat now, with my balls banging against her chin. She began to retch and I thought she was going to puke. But then I realised that she probably hadn’t eaten anything but pills since the morning.
Finally, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build and I decided to finish off in a different position. I pulled out of her mouth, pushed Marilyn on to her back, ripped aside the remnants of her dress then sat astride her belly, shoving my erection between her flopping breasts then jamming them together so I could tit-fuck my way to a second climax.
My exit from her abused mouth had given Marilyn a brief hope that her rape ordeal was over, and when she realised her mistake she got even madder, kicking her knees up behind me to smash into my back and taking advantage of my hands being occupied to reach up and try to punch my face. I put a stop to that with a mental tweak.
“Just go along with it!” I said. “I won’t let you hurt me and you’ll just get even more frustrated.”
With an angry cry she stopped trying to fight me and turned her face away, gazing out into the silent unseeing audience as tears slowly trickled down one side of her face. Heartless deviant that I am, her anguish and emotion were turning me on even more and I felt a new orgasm beginning to build as I pushed my cock in and out of her cleavage. Just before I erupted, I let go of her tits, raised myself into a semi-crouch and lightly jerked my cock. Taking it slowly and savouring each bite of pleasure, I aimed directly at Marilyn’s face and the first huge spurt of cum shot past her forehead and splashed into her hair. The next one coated her left ear and left eye and the hand that she tried to bring up for protection. A third, weaker, spurt left blobs of thick white cream dripping from her chin.
I stood up and took more iPhone photos as she gently sobbed. The few last trickles of semen were still pulsing from my cock so I swung it back and forth over her tits until the fluid dripped on to her nipples. I bent over and massaged it into both breasts then I got right down next to her and began to lick up my juice from her face, chin and neck. I saved it on top of my tongue and at the moment Marilyn opened her mouth to speak (predictably, she was planning to say “Just let me go now, you sick fuck”) I closed in for a French kiss and pushed my man-seed between her reluctant lips. I kept my mouth clamped over hers until all the liquid was transferred. She was trying hard not to swallow it, but I took control and made her gulp it down greedily.
“You vile, unspeakable shit!” she yelled when I finally ended the forced kiss. “Just fuck off and let me go clean up.”
“No can do, gorgeous,” I said with a grin. “I still have to get into that hot cunt of yours. Then we’ll be done… I promise.”
“No, no, no, no, no!!” she cried. “You can’t cum in my pussy. I can’t get pregnant again.”
“Yes I will cum in your pussy and no you won’t get pregnant,” I said. “Trust me.”
“Trust YOU?? Trust the man who’s in the middle of raping me on stage at Carnegie Hall?”
She managed a hollow laugh before turning her eyes to my cock. I was standing above her now, and I savoured the sight of her cum-stained face and breasts, the tattered dress in shreds around her waist and the spangly stiletto heels still in place at end of her shapely film-star legs. This erotic vision worked its magic and I was hard once again. My rod was swaying up and down right above her.
“Let’s do it like mom and pop,” I said, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her on to her back
She gave up all attempts at resistance now and even opened her legs for me. I got down to the floor, pushed up her knees so her heels were in place on the floor, then sank my face into her pussy. It was drenched with her juices. However much her mind disliked being raped in every hole, her body was getting ready to enjoy a pussy pounding. I decided to give her an orgasm with my tongue and set to work teasing her prominent clit, gently at first then with more force and speed.
In what seemed like no time at all Marilyn’s breathing grew heavy, her hips started flexing and those juices kept pouring into my mouth as my tongue lapped at her sweet spot. Then her hips began bucking up and down and her legs shot out straight and quivered like jelly as she sighed and mewed and panted her way to a second climax. It was less noisy than the first one but she sounded more satisfied and content this time.
Without a pause for breath I sat back on my feet, did a schoolboy gym flip to push my legs behind me, then plunged forward so my erection ploughed straight into her hot and juicy cunt, with my balls slapping into her perineum on the very first thrust. I got into the press-up position with my arms either side of her tits and began to piston in and out of her with all the force I could muster.
With such a soft and open pussy I could pull my rod almost all the way out of her on each stroke with no fear of missing the target on the way back. I missed the delicious tightness of all the young and virgin cunts I had deflowered down the ages but Marilyn’s asshole had been almost as satisfying and I was enjoying my own aggression and brutality as I pummelled her much-used front entrance.
Even a Time Lord gets arm-ache on top of a woman so when I felt I couldn’t hold myself up any longer I slowed the pace, collapsed on to Marilyn’s tits and encouraged her to lift her knees on either side of my body. Maybe it was time to turn this all-holes rape onslaught into a Girl Friend Experience, I thought to myself.
Being taller than the screen goddess I had to lower my head to get my mouth in line with hers, but when I locked my lips on to hers and pushed my tongue inside I was agreeably surprised that she didn’t try to fight back and even more delighted when she began to reciprocate with her own tongue. With a change of position accomplished and the happy feeling of having Marilyn Monroe kissing me like her long-lost lover, I built up the power and the pace again.
“I’m cumming again, princess,” I whispered into her ear.
“Give it me… I want it your cum… fill me up. I’m all yours now,” she replied.
Oh wow. Fucking wow. Those sweet words in her little-girl voice pushed me over the precipice and with one final powerful thrust I gave Marilyn Monroe my third load of spunk, injecting my creamy seed into the dark depths of her womb.
I stayed inside her for what seemed an eternity, both of us listening intently as our heartbeats slowed down from furiously fast to calmly normal. Finally, my cock shrank and plopped out of her pussy with no effort on my part. I untangled myself from her legs and sat alongside her, lighting up two Winston filter tips and passing one to her.
“Thanks,” she said before taking two deep draws of nicotine. “Listen, you know you bastard, I think you’re an evil raping monster …”
“I sense a ‘but’ coming,” I replied.
“Yes, well, but … Jerry, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, go on …”
“What do you say we meet up when I get back to LA?”
I was tempted, but that would have been breaking my own rules. And I didn’t want to be in the picture when she died.
“Sorry princess, but I have too many places to go, people to see.”
“I kinda knew you would say that … so …”
She looked around her at the frozen silent faces in the hall.
“How do I get outta this crazy ‘pause’ you got me in?”
“That’s easy,” I said. I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss, gently fondling her neck and back before breaking off.
“Goodbye, Norma Jean,” I whispered, prefiguring the opening lines to a song about Marilyn that would be written by two young Englishmen a decade later. Then I concentrated hard and pushed that metaphysical rewind button.
Marilyn was back on her feet, walking off stage. Her dress was intact. The audience was unfrozen. JFK and his birthday cake were on their way to the stage. And I was gone. The three-hole rape had never happened. Except, that is, in my memory, in my photo souvenirs, and in Marilyn’s crazy dreams.
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Phew! That took me a long time to write. There will be more instalments but don’t hold your breath.
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By Harrison Sword
#Abuse #Exhibitionist #Rape
