The Cycle of Endless Pleasure

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Cycle 1

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. He kisses my hair, and pulls me closer to him, laying his head on my shoulder. I forget completely about my chore, his touch is the only thing inside my mind right now. His dick starts to harden, I can feel it even though the fabrics of our clothes. George presses his lips to mine and I moan, the desire to have him affected my dick, now hard as ever. 

I grab a dishcloth, hanging on the handle of the oven, and dry my hands. I turn around and start to make out with my husband, the love of my life. With my arms crossed behind his neck I jump, also crossing my legs on his back and holding him tight to me. George laughs and starts to walk to our room, he doesn’t slow down his pace to someone carrying a muscular 90 kg man.

He kisses my neck, and gives me hickeys. I moan, every touch from him only heightens the pleasure I’m feeling from having his dick positioned on my ass. But I’m getting impatient. Horny as I am, I need it inside me now. The stairs and corridors of this house we rented for the weekend feel infinite as he carries me to our room. 

When we get there, he gently lays me on the bed and kisses my forehead. He starts to undress and I whistle looking at his huge pecs, visible muscles in every inch of his skin. He laughs, knowing that still after being married for 2 years I’m still amazed by his physique and strong body. He takes his underwear and jeans off and my mouth waters looking at his giant piece of meat. George’s dick is amazing, 7 and a half inches and girthy as fuck. I thought I would get used to it when we started dating, but I never did. Every time we have sex and he enters me, it feels like it’s ripping my insides, splitting my asshole in two. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like it, I love being pounded by him. The pain only increases the pleasure.

I take my shirt and jeans off, but remain in my jockstrap. I like the feel of it, constricting and containing my cock. It feels weird, diminishing the blood circulation, not leaving enough space for the cock to spring into its full hardened glory, but that’s why I love it. I always keep it on during sex, not even taking it out to masturbate. Because I don’t need to. George’s pounding on my prostate is enough to get me off every time, making me cum hands-free. So instead of focusing my attention on my manhood, I always concentrate on serving him first. That’s love, I guess.

He comes closer and doesn’t even need to say a word for me to know he wants his dick sucked. Because we are connected, moving our bodies in synchrony. I lick his frenulum and corona, and he moans from the stimuli on the most sensible parts of his penis. I suck on the glans, my tongue circling the circumference of it. Slowly pressing down, I take in more of his shaft. My mouth is starting to hurt from the stretch of his girth, but I don’t care, his delicious precum clouds my mind and helps me go through with it. I keep taking it in until the end, where my lips kiss the base of his cock and my throat is forcibly pressed by the tip of it. 

I gag, it’s way too much. I try to pull it back to breathe, but George holds my head in place as I cry out for air. I try to push him away, but I’m not strong enough. My vision starts to get dark, until he pulls back, and my lungs can finally work again. It doesn’t take too long until he pushes till the hilt again and I’m left there, gagging, almost vomiting and desperate for oxygen. He repeats the process, letting me breathe for less time each turn. It does get easier though, and actually gets pleasurable. Sex is always like that with George, first you want it to stop and then you scream for him to not dare stop.

He pushes my head off his dick, and I lay on my stomach, offering my bare ass to the love of my life. He instead turns me on my back, and presses my knees to my chest, a classic missionary position. Our Wedding anniversary always makes him romantic, and I’m glad I get to see his beautiful hazel eyes while he pounds me mercilessly.

George lubes up his dick with the lube we bought especially for this occasion. He puts it in his palm and starts to smear it on his dick, with up in down movements, along all the shaft. I watch in awe him stroking his cock, and my hole twitches. I douched it earlier so it’s completely empty. That’s not natural. Something needs to fill every inch of my being. Always.

He lines up his member with my hole and pushes it all in one swift motion. I scream with all my might, it fucking burns and hurts. I didn’t expect less from my love’s giant cock, but it made me reconsider for one second going through with it, just like it always did in those two years of fucking almost everyday. He hugged me tight, our muscular chests pressed together and my legs crossed behind his back. George doesn’t move, he maintains his dick pressed to the hilt on my ass to get me used to being stretched to the max. 

The love of my life pushes a lock of my hair out my forehead and cups my face. He kisses me, but unlike before, these are tender and sweet, almost like I’m too fragile for something more aggressive. My lips move with his, feeling his tongue invading my mouth and thus connecting with him in both my ass and mouth. 

“I love you, Eric” 

“I love you too, George. Now go fuck me! I’m horny as hell”

He chuckles and starts to move his hips, slowly taking his dick out of my ass. When it was almost out, he pushed in with all his force to the hilt. He repeated the process a couple of times, until I didn’t feel the hurt anymore, only pleasure and horniness.

He started to absolutely pound my ass, turning my insides to a pulp. He was so fast and vigorous that my prostate felt continually stimulated, almost sending me over the edge several times. I couldn’t see, but it was clear to me that my dick was hard as rock, pressing desperately into my jockstrap and dripping tons and tons of precum. Every time George pushed in his hard cock, I screamed and moaned from the pleasure at the top of my lungs. He also moaned in a deep voice, the desperation to get off showing clearly in every grunt.

We didn’t worry someone would hear us. There was no one around who could. This was the most desolate house we found on Airbnb for the weekend. A little getaway to celebrate our Wedding Anniversary. This house was two stories tall and was surrounded by miles and miles of pure forest. So that meant we could scream our heads off from the pleasure we felt on each other’s body, and no one would ever know.

George increases the pace, and I jolt my head backwards into the pillow, focusing on opening up for him. He grabs my face and starts to aggressively make out with me, devouring and licking my mouth like this was the last time we would ever fuck. I’m aroused! I’m moaning like a bitch, taking my lover's huge cock up my ass and loving it. So hard, So fast, So erotic, So…

George screams and holds me tighter as he cums on my ass. I can feel the heat of his semen inside me, coating my rectum, making me truly his. It’s way too much for me to bear, I feel my cum pushing its way out of my urethra and feel the burn that comes with it. With a scream into the night, I cum, soaking my jockstrap with my creamy seed. This orgasm was amazing, I never felt anything like this before. It 's too much. Feeling on Cloud 9, my conscience slowly drifts away, as my husband holds me in his muscular arms.

Cycle 2

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. Something is off though, it might be a déjà vu, but I’m almost sure I already washed this plate, and George already hugged me from behind. “I’m probably going crazy”, I think to myself, and relax as I feel my husband’s dick harden and press into my crack. He puts his  head on my shoulder and I moan as he starts to dry hump me, his dick is so hard I can feel it even through the layers of our clothes and underwear. I’m so horny, I need to be taken now, my ass can’t wait the walk to the room, it needs to be filled. Immediately.

I exit his embrace and start to take off my clothes. George mimics me and soon we are both naked, except for my jockstrap. I kneel on the floor and then remain on all fours. I want to be taken in doggy style, to have his dick reach even further into my pussy than before. Before? Was there a before? Did we make love in missionary today, or am I going crazy? I don’t even have time to ponder, George pushes all his package in one single thrust. I scream, and my arms fail me. I lay my head on the floor and lift my butt, my favorite position to be fucked relentlessly.

And he does fuck me with force. My asshole burns with every thrust, but I’m in absolute bliss. George grabs my hips and increases his pace. The sound of our bodies crashing into each other, our skin slapping fills the room completely. Our moans also participate in this sensual erotic orchestra, screams of pleasure attesting the lust we both feel. 

I lift my torso back to his embrace. We are both kneeling, George behind me pounding my ass and holding me tight, and me at the front having my hole destroyed. He presses his lips into mine and holds my face. Then, he increases his pace to an extent I didn’t even think was possible. I moaned and screamed into his mouth, wanting this moment with my husband to never end. But it did. For now.

He exits my hole with a sloppy sound and lays down on his back on the kitchen floor. I positioned myself to line up his cock with my pussy. Slowly I sit on the hard cock, pushing my way through the pain as George pushes his hard cock into me. Inch by inch, I was being stretched to my limits by that big dick, and loving every minute of it. When I feel his balls against my asshole I sigh. It's all in.

I start to impale myself on it. With every up and down movement, my prostate and asshole are stimulated to the max, making me shiver from the sensations. My hands instinctively caress George’s breasts and nipples, he moans as I twist them, and pinch them and lick them. My hands also go towards his 6 pack, bulging muscles that I would be jealous of anyone who had them. But not in George, because we were one, our bodies belong not to ourselves but to each other. And we promised it would stay like that forever.

I increase my movements, slamming down my ass in his pelvis. George is clearly close, I can see the red on his face from containing the urge to cum. He wants me to be pleased first. That’s so typical of him… 

Both my ass and dick feel like they are on fire, the first from something entering and the latter from something wanting to exit. I’m getting desperate, I just want to cum. No other thought crosses my mind. I want to feel as much pleasure as I felt when George made me cum in missionary position earlier today, assuming that really happened. But I don’t have time to wonder whether I’m crazy or not, because the only certainty I have now is that I’m a bitch in heat who desperately needs to get off. 

I push in two of my fingers together with George’s cock and scream from the extra stretch my pussy is obligated to make. I move them in disagreement with his dick: when he pushes to the hilt I pull them out, when he pulls it out, I jam them right in there. It’s so much stimulation I know I can’t control my urethra anymore. I’m going to cum at any minute.

Like he can read my thoughts, my husband starts to absolutely fuck my brains out, thrusting his hips in with all his force, probably ripping my insides. But I don’t care. I moan and cry out as I feel my cum forcibly squirting out of my piss slit. My body starts to shake, all the nerves in my body feel the pleasure of an orgasm. It’s different though, my dick continues to squirt cum, it’s so much that some of it even passes through the fabric of my jockstrap! Even after my balls had been fully emptied and dried out, I continued squirting, nothing getting out, but having the same erotic sensations as before. I fall forwards into my lover’s muscular chest. He kisses me tenderly as I slowly get down from the orgasmic high. My eyes start to blackout and my conscience slowly drifts away, as my husband holds me in his muscular arms.

Cycle 3

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. Now I’m certain something’s wrong. It can’t be a coincidence that I had a déjà vu inside a déjà vu. I’m not horny anymore, and I tense up when George holds me. 

“Are you alright, Eric?”

“I’m sorry, honey. I’m just not feeling it”

He looks disappointed and hurt, although he doesn’t say a thing and leaves the room. I’m feeling guilty for denying George his right as a husband, but this weird déjà vu situation takes priority. I need some alone time to think.

I get out of the kitchen and head towards where the bathroom is. Or where it was supposed to be. But when I get there, it is just another usual room, one of the dozens in this house. I’m certain that this was where the bathroom was this morning, because I sucked George’s morning wood right here. But no. All I see is a bed, a wardrobe and a desk, matching with all the other bedrooms. 

Distraught, I start to look for other bathrooms by marching down the corridor. It seems to have no end, every door I open leads to a bedroom, in the exact same layout as the door I opened before, and the one I did before and before and before. I don’t even need to go to the bathroom, any of these spaces would give me the space and time to think. But it’s intriguing about how a part of a house can just disappear. 

Just as I was about to give up, I opened a door that finally led to that unusual bathroom. It’s not another one, my hygiene stuff and George’s are both here. This is the restroom that was directly next to our “place”. So it definitely moved over. I close the door and sit on the toilet. I need to think.

The faucet was dripping. Little drops of water fall to the sink in a constant manner. It distracted me, I tried to close it off, used all my force, but it wasn’t enough to close it. It remained only a tiny bit open, perpetually letting water out of its system.

Defeated, I sat on the toilet again and started to rationalize. Things are not right here. This house must be cursed or something, bathrooms normally don’t just create legs and start changing places. But the most disturbing thing is clearly the déjà vus. I’m being forced to repeat the same moment every time. I looked at the clock last time it happened. It marked 10 o’clock, just like it marked the second time. 

What do I know about these repetitions? They start with me doing the dishes and end with me…cumming. It’s weird, but it’s a coincidence I can’t ignore. All the times the clock was reset, all the times I fainted and woke up with George behind me was because my semen had been released. But is it just cumming or being fucked that resets the time?

I take my dick out of my pants and start stroking it. It’s the only way to know the answers. This might be my key to getting out of this time loop. And for that, I need to get hard.

I take off my clothes, starting with my shirt and then my pants and jockstrap. It’s weird to stroke my dick; Since George’s dick always gets the job done, I don’t ever need to masturbate. But damn it feels good to pleasure yourself. My cock is now hard as rock, pulsing as the circulation of blood increases. 

Now fully naked, I sit with my back to the wall and my legs lifted up so I can easily caress my hole. I rub its surface with circular and up and down movements, until I’m aroused enough to let a finger in. I push it through the outer ring, and moan as I gently press into my prostate. My other hand was playing with my balls, pressing them together, pulling the sack and rolling them. It felt amazing!

I pushed in another finger just as I started to stroke my cock with rhythm. Three fast strokes, then a slow one, then two strokes and repeat. The tingling sensation of my prostate being stimulated just made me even harder, and made me clench my hole, squeezing my fingers as hard as I could.

I pushed my middle finger in and started to stroke my shaft faster. I moaned with the combined sensations and stimuli. My fingers in my hole went “in and out” of my hole in synchrony with my fist movements at my penis, each one of them making my dick become redder and throb.

I could feel an orgasm getting close, so I increased my pace with my hand, jerking off as fast as I could. I moaned and groaned from the stretching at my hole, but I didn’t even bother that George might hear. What would he do? Join the fun?

My hand leaves my asshole to help the right one with my dick. Using both hands, I could stroke the foreskin while stimulating the head and corona. My piss slit was dripping tons of precum, which I happily used to lubricate the head and even to taste a little.

Using both hands I start to jerk off at the max speed I can, desperate for relief. It’s so close, I can feel it! I cum, tons of semen getting squirted into my muscular chest and stomach. I moan as I feel the heat of the gooey seed warm my bare skin.

As I’m coming down from the orgasm, still panting like a rent boy, I feel the now familiar dizziness and dark spots in my vision. I found the answer! Cumming resets the cycle. In the next one, I'll know exactly how to escape this nightmare. My conscience slowly drifts away, although this time my husband doesn’t hold me in his muscular arms. I’m alone, but I’ll save both of us from here. I swear.

Cycle 4

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. While my husband distributes kisses throughout my neck, I think about my next plan of action. Now it’s clear the cycle resets with me cumming, so the logical solution is to not cum. I’m certain that if I make it through the night, I’ll escape this time bubble, and everything will be normal again.

We need to get out of this strange house. It has a direct influence on this time shaping experiences, the bathroom incident proved that it is not normal in the slightest. So the plan is to not cum for the night, and get the fuck out of here when the sun rises.

For my plan to work I need to get George onboard. It’s weird that I’m the only one who retains the memories of previous cycles, maybe he’s not as immune to the house’s magic? There’s something wrong here, but he is my husband, so I decided to trust him.

I turn to him, my back against the sink. I kiss him slowly, appreciating the taste of his lips. I then break our kiss, and with a serious face tell him 

“We need to talk”

I lead him by the hand to our room and we both sit on the bed. I take a deep breath and tell him everything: the cycles, the repetition, the bathroom, the cum reset. He absorbs everything without saying a word, but it’s clear on his face that he doesn’t believe a single word that I’m saying. And the thing is, I can’t prove anything! All the information I know about this time bubble comes from my experiences and memories. If he can’t remember anything, why would he believe? I certainly wouldn’t, if I were in his shoes. 

So I told him about my plan. I thought he would be most mad about having to leave early just because of my “irrational fears”, as we paid a fortune for this house and George is always worried about money. But no. He was way more worried about me not cumming.

“What do you mean not getting off today? You need to!”

“The cycle will just repeat itself. I always came about half an hour after it started. If I hold it until the morning, we’ll be fine.”

“You are completely delusional! It doesn’t even make sense. You need to cum tonight, I can’t believe you would be so selfish! I need to be pleasured by your ass!

I shook my head in disbelief, this was not going like I thought it was going to be. Why was he so concentrated on this one topic? 

“I don’t get you. We can fuck tomorrow, but everything will just reset if we do it today. I can give you a blowjob if you’d like, but if you fuck me I’ll cum for sure. I’m sorry, you can’t have my ass for now”

He let out a shriek. It was not human, nor had his voice. It was evil, deep and absolutely terrifying. Whatever was in the house had possessed my husband. And I was not letting it happen to me too.

I took off running, not daring to look back. I sincerely was terrified that the bathroom would move again and leave me stumbling between doors trying to escape. But no, it was exactly where and how it was before, directly next to our room. 

I enter it and lock the door. I sit with my back to it, there is no other object that can be used to barricade the door, so I hope my weight is sufficient to stop “it” from barging in. It’s on the other side. The thing doesn’t say a word but I’m sure it’s there. I can feel it.

“Honey, open the door. It’s okay, I’m here”

“What happened to my husband? What do you want?”

“I don’t get what you mean, Eric. I’m right here. I love you”

“You are not my husband! Are you behind the cycles and repetitions? It stops today. I won’t cum tonight”

“Honey, open the FUCKING door. Right now” - “It” was getting agitated, pounding his fists on the locked door. I’m sure It’ll hold, the wood is thick and strong.

“No! I want George back!”

"Open IT! OPEN OPEN OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN IT” - He was screaming now, not in his pretending-to-be-George voice, but in his monstrous dark and deep voice. I prayed that the lock would keep “it” back.

Suddenly, I felt strong hands grab my shoulders, lift me and push me forward. Being in absolute shock, I didn’t even scream. I looked back and saw that the door was gone. Not in a “It was destroyed, there are pieces of it everywhere” but in a “It never existed” way. The door was simply deleted the second I stopped looking at it. 

The impersonator pushed me to the wall and started to undress, with just two swift motions to take his shirt off then his pants and underwear, he was completely naked. I tried to get away, but held me by my neck and started to choke me. He made me slip out of my jeans, exposing my hole. With a single thrust he was completely inside me, ripping my tight pussy in half. The monster immediately started to absolutely pound my pussy, making me scream and cry. George always had let me get used to the girth of his dick before fucking me, so It was horrible. It was a weird experience, the body hurting me, violating me was from the man I most loved, my soulmate. I was sobbing now, I just wish things would come back to the way they were. We came here to celebrate our love, our commitment to each other and now we were alone. I just wish it was George raping me. It would still hurt and destroy me, but at least I would be feeling him. I’m lonely, I just wanna be held by him and told it’s going to be okay. He always said he was my knight, my protector, but he can’t save me now.

The impersonator pressed his hand to my mouth, to muffle my grunts of agony. I was shaking from the trauma, I tried to get away, to push him away, but he was much stronger and made all my attempts futile. He was fucking me in a missionary position, much different than the romantic one George had pounded me in, just three cycles earlier. 

Assuming that was George and not the impersonator. I don’t know when my husband was taken, was this his body, only not controlled by his wonderful soul? Was he possessed by this haunted house? Or is it just a clone, is George also trapped in a time loop, forced to repeat and repeat and repeat the last couple of hours? 

The impersonator held both my hips and increased his pace, pressing into my prostate with each thrust. I hated to admit to myself that it felt great. I was being violated, in absolute terror both for me and my husband, and yet my dick was fully hard and I was panting and moaning from the pleasure. Half of me wanted for the torture to stop, and the other wanted for him to keep fucking me. I was feeling guilty for experiencing it this way, but it was not like I had a choice. So I continued focusing on opening up for him, while “It” continued pounding my hole.

“What happened to my husband? Is he okay?” - I asked between moans

“I already told you, I am your husband. And personally, if I were you, I would be more worried about myself”

He pushed to the hilt, and I came. And came and came. The semen kept endlessly leaking out of my piss slit and phasing through the fabric of my jockstrap. I shivered from the sensations and moaned from the orgasm,  feeling the cum of the monster exiting my now puffy and red pussy. The impersonator kissed my mouth and my conscience slowly drifted away, as my captor, who called himself my husband, held me in his muscular arms.

Cycle 5

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. I don’t react, I’m too shocked to push him away. The trauma of being raped by the monster hits hard and I start to cry, just as the impersonator pushes down both our pants to the ground for the penetration to happen. I just brace myself on the sink and prepare for it, pushing out so it doesn’t feel as painful.

It hurts like hell when he thrusts all his shaft in my non-lubricated hole, but it’s not as bad as the last time. I lift my ass up and bring my head down, so he doesn’t see the tears of desolation on my face. He draws back slowly until he’s almost out, then pushes all in again with force. I scream from the pain and my body is also pushed forward.

My arms fall into the sink, and my hand gets slit by something sharp, probably by a dirty knife. I shudder from the sudden burning pain that overcomes it, and I lift my hand to inspect the damage. It’s deep, there’s blood dripping out from the 5 cm horizontal cut. I apply pressure to stop the bleeding but it is useless, blood continues to drip out of my veins and paint the dirty dishes below red.

The impersonator continues to pound my hole, apparently unaffected and unaware of the damage to my hand. Both his hands grab my shoulders and pull my chest upwards, increasing the angle of the penetration and making it easier to access my prostate. 

For a moment I forget about my hand, and lift my head to the ceiling, closing my eyes and moaning hard. My prostate is getting a beating from this fuck, and my asshole is sore from all this pounding. My dick, buried inside a jockstrap, is desperate for relief, throbbing and getting harder with each of his thrusts. My captor lets go of my shoulders, and my head falls down, only for it to be lifted up again when he gives me a Rear naked choke, wrapping his right arm around my neck. I grunt from the change in position and clench my hole, hoping to milk his cock enough so he’d cum before me. If he did, I could probably get away. 

I know it won’t work but I have to try. Me and George always cum at the same time, like we are one. Since the impersonator is using my husband’s body, I know he won’t leave me alone or diminish his pace on the pounding until I have released, I have no choice but to take it.

He lets go of my neck, and grabs my hips with both his hands to stabilize our fuck. My head falls down and I can finally breathe. But something is wrong. When I look at the palm of my hand, expecting to see it red, covered in blood, I find nothing. It’s completely cured, not even a scar or anything. I can’t believe it, maybe it was the left hand that got cut? But when I look at it, it’s also normal, like nothing had ever cut my hands.

I start to cry, feeling more hopeless than ever. In the back of my mind, the plan of cutting my testicles out so I wouldn’t be able to cum seemed like a last ditch effort, if nothing else worked. It seemed like a real and effective solution to end the cycles, although extreme. But now that I see the monsters also thought of this possibility, I feel trapped. There is no escape.

In this time bubble, nothing is permanent, not even a deep cut that normally would have taken weeks to finally heal and leave a scar in its place. A door disappears when I blink, a slash also does. The only thing that’s permanent in these cycles are my memories and my desire to be free. That never changed.

The Impersonator increases his pace on his hips, clearly about to nut in my hole. I close my eyes, preparing myself for the mind blowing orgasm that always resets the cycle. I feel the familiar hot sensation of hot semen being squirted deep inside my asshole, and know that the time has come. I ejaculate on my jockstrap. The sensations wash all over my body, my nerves feel the pleasure of getting off. I scream into the night, part from pleasure and part from horror as I feel my conscience slowly drift away, ready to reset the cycle once again. I pass out, as my captor holds me in his muscular arms.

Cycle 6

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. I take a deep breath, and my fist slowly but firmly closes around the knife handle. The impersonator is too distracted giving me hickeys and kisses so he doesn’t even see it coming. With a rapid movement, I turn my body towards him and fully stab it on his chest, pressing to the hilt. He screams from the pain, and falls to the ground, his arms not holding me anymore, instead following him limp to the floor. 

I leave the kitchen as George’s blood starts to puddle on the floor and start to run. I know the wound, although deep, won’t be enough to kill him. He will regenerate soon and come back for me, to make me cum and reset this nightmare. But if I want to get away from this situation I need information. And that’s exactly what I’ll get.

I run to our room, passing through the corridor of a thousand bedrooms, thankful for the immobility of their positions. It is exactly where it was before, and I open it with force, crashing the door to the wall. My time is ticking down, I need to act fast.

I open my bag and start to search until I have found it. A gun, the pistol I always keep with me. Leaving a toxic ex long ago taught me that you can never be too safe. I grab it and aim the gun at the entrance, the door opens wide. And I wait. For him. I know he’s coming.

I hear his footsteps some minutes later, increasing with every second that passes, which means he’s getting close. George appears on the doorway totally undressed and without a single mark on his hairy chest to indicate he’d just been stabbed. He looks pissed until he sees my gun. That anger quickly turns into fear, I can see it in his eyes. 

I cock the pistol and aim the gun barrel straight at his head. I want him to know that I would press it without any hesitation. With a sarcastic smile, I tell him

“We need to talk.”

“Eric, drop your gun. I’m your husband!”

“No, you aren't! Explain to me right now what’s happening! Who are you? What’s the purpose of these cycles? I’m not joking. I will shoot you if you give me an answer I don’t like”

“You won’t like the truth, I can assure you of that.”

He sits on the bed and looks nervous. But at last he starts to talk.

“Look, I am also a pawn. I am not behind the cycles, I also wish they would end. Long ago, I was in your situation, getting fucked everyday for my cum. But for some reason, they chose me to be a shifter.”

“Who are they?”

“I don’t know who they are, but I know they are not from here. From what I gathered through the years, I know they came to Earth and enslaved humanity. They did that to reproduce, apparently they don’t have males, all of their species are born female. They need our semen to perpetuate their existence. And turns out it is just what they need to get pregnant”

“I don’t believe you! I would certainly know if a giant spaceship had landed on earth and people were being chained and forced to cum”

“It’s because no one knows. This is a simulation. You are in a simulation. Nothing is real. Ever since they came, they placed all males in capsules to continually extract their cum, while reducing the female population just enough to endlessly continue the cycle for new men. All you see is constant stimuli for you to get hard in the real world.”

“You are lying!” - I was shaking and crying. The truth was too painful to handle - “How would you know about this?”

“Like I said before, I’m a shifter. I’m a high level slave, which means I get some benefits you commoners don’t have. They allow us shifters to have a society in the real world, with jobs, and families and governments. It’s a small price to pay for the last reminiscent of humanity.”

“YOU BASTARD!”

“What would you have done in my place? Continue as a slave getting milked as a cow or get to live your life only having to pound some ass every few weeks or so? 

“Weeks…?”

“Time isn’t linear, when you blackout it might feel like only a minute, but in the real world it lasts for weeks. Your body needs time to adjust, since we always completely dry up your balls to maximize production”

I was sobbing now, it was way worse than I thought. In my worst fantasies the time bubble would isolate me from the world, but at least there would be a world outside my situation. Now I realize, in complete horror, that even if I manage to escape this simulation, the real world is much worse. I have lost. There was never a way out, not even a chance.

“What about us? Did you ever love me?”

“I’m sorry, Eric. Your memories from before the house were never real. They implanted it to make you more susceptible to my charm, and cum in more quantities (love always increases semen production). But you were never meant to remember past cycles. No slave but you suffers, they all go to their respective wedding anniversary’s cabins and get fucked senseless by their soulmates, then the cycle resets and they continue in their blissful ignorance. You are different, though. The simulation doesn’t work on you, you can even create a gun out of nothing, create false memories about a nonexistent ex out of thin air! It’s very impressive. But don’t you worry. Once I make you cum and end this cycle, I’ll go talk to our best engineers and make your suffering end. You will be fucked by the man you love for all eternity. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

He started to get close, his dick hardening and a smile on his face. I stayed completely still in complete shock, the gun still pointed straight at his face.

“Come on, Eric, let's fuck. I know how much you love me. Don’t you feel hopeless, knowing there’s no way out? Or scared of the creatures, of the cycles, of me? You don’t have to be.”

“STAY BACK! DON’T YOU DARE COME CLOSER”

“If you just let me reset this cycle, you will have the life you’ve always wanted. All religions agreed that you need to die to go to heaven. Resign your free will to blissful ignorance. Everything will be fine”

“NO! I WON’T BE LIKE YOU! NEVER! FUCK YOU, GEORGE!”

I pressed the trigger and a bullet went flying straight towards my husband’s head. He didn’t even have time to scream, his brains were splashed in the nearest wall. I practically emptied the chamber of bullets in his body, also emptying all my anger on his limpless self. Practically. I left one bullet there. For me.

I lift the pistol towards my own temple, hoping to get a quick death. It’s really ironic because the definition of cycle presumes the concept of infinity and the nonexistence of an ending. And I was going to break all the rules and end my simulation, once and for all.

I close my eyes, but some tears still manage to slip off my eyes before I press the trigger and a bullet comes flying, destroying my brain, my life and my nightmare in one swift motion. 

[Error on the Simulation] 

I open my eyes gradually, which is the best way I can describe it. It was a slow transition from one state to another, from sleeping to waking up, with no clear distinction between the two. All I know is that it took some time for it all to sink in.

And when it did, I felt like I would die. When I pressed the trigger I finally felt peace. It was short lived, I had escaped the simulation, but still lived in the nightmare. Looking around, I saw I was locked in a capsule and trapped to a chair, straps keeping me in place, unable to move. I was completely naked, but there was a tube coming out of my dick, which linked to the ceiling of my tiny prison cell. If what George told me was right (If that was really his name), this was probably how they extracted the semen from us, their slaves.

And there were lots of slaves, the front of the cell was made from glass, or a similar material that was see though. There were thousands and thousands of capsules just like mine, stacked above each other like we were just goods at a deposit. There were tubes leading out of every prison cell, showing the way to our sperm, which were to fertilize and create another generation of enslavers.

I couldn’t get myself out of my straps, and started to cry in frustration. I guess my heart rate increased too, which sounded the alarm on my capsule. A guard went to check me out.

It was hideous, tentacles coming out of its face, wings at the front and legs that can best be described as a hybrid between a plant and a shark. I screamed and almost puked at the sight. The guard pressed a button outside my cell, which caused a gas to be released inside it. I screamed, I knew it was going to put me back inside the simulation. My desperation became extreme, as I contorted my body, wanting to be free from the straps that kept me here.

My attempts were useless, my members fell limp under the effect of the gas, one by one. My conscience slowly drifted away, as the straps kept me in their tight embrace.

Cycle 7

I’m doing the endless dishes, scrubbing the food remains of the dinner he made for us, when I feel George hug me from behind. He holds me tight and kisses my neck. I laugh and moan as his dick starts to harden in his pants, I can feel it even through the fabrics of our clothes. He pushes both our jeans to the ground, and thrusts his penis in just one thrust. I scream from the pain and pleasure, and moan in his mouth. He tenderly kisses me and I return his affection. When he starts to pound my pussy, I sense again the love and attraction I feel for him. I wish I could stay in this moment with him forever, with his dick in my ass and his lips pressed against mine. That’s what I always wanted. To be always his. Forever, until the end of times.

The End/The Beginning

Hey! Thanks for reading! This story was my first try at writing a Sci-Fi story, and it was really fun. I kinda had an initial idea of other world beings needing Eric's cum to reproduce, but I only really thought about this explanation when I was writing George's monologue. I guess it would be better to plan my stories, but improvisation makes the best art, I think lol. Anyway, I would really appreciate if you could rate my story below (you don't have to sign up and it takes two seconds) or write a comment (negative ones are extra helpful) to help me improve my writing.  I'm always eager to learn new things!

Hope you have an amazing week!

- Tom