Torment Interrupted
When the Anthros Came to Town
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
americanhero
Betty looks back at your battered, flattened form plastered onto her rump for a bit longer, then looks forward again as she walks away from the couch. "Well Alan, as much as I'd like to keep this up all evening, I'm a workin' girl, and workin' girls need their rest. So I'll be turning it for the night." She says it casually, like she didn't just spend three hours torturing you. The motion of her walking actually loosens you from her rear, but at this height falling off would be a death sentence.
Thus, you have no choice but to actually grab onto her spandex-clad rear and hold on tight to keep from slipping off.
You hear Betty chuckle. "Oh? You like it back there, Alan? Well don't worry, you'll be there all night!"
Before you can ask what she means by that, you suddenly feel Betty's rear descending once again--this time onto a mattress. Given how soft the bed was it wasn't as agonizing as Betty sitting on you at the couch, and since she was soon lying down--on her back, of course, to keep you pinned--you didn't have all of her considerable weight pressing down on you.
Not that made it any less horrible.
You wriggle around under Betty's rump, trying to get free, but all you manage to do is make the titanic cow-woman giggle in her sleep. It keeps up for hours, but the best you manage is to get your upper body out from under the red meteor of pain; your waist and legs still pinned. With the pressure (mostly) lifted, you flop down onto the soft sheets, panting in the cool air in Betty's bedroom as your eyes adjust to the dark. The fresh air was a godsend; for the past three hours you had had to take short, desperate gasps when ever Betty had bounced off of you.
You'd probably have lain there all night moping if something hadn't occurred to you: it was nighttime now, at least ten o'clock. Betty had snatched your car out of the road and stomped off to her house to torture you, literally in broad daylight! For all intents and purposes, she had kidnapped you in a city full of witnesses!
So where in the name all off hell were the cops all this time?!? The fact that Betty had put you through this hellish day, without interruption...it was mind-boggling. Did the cops have some sort of 'no-angry-women' policy when it came to anthros, or some nonsense? You made a mental note to really pay attention next time you voted for police commissioner.
Your mental rant was interrupted by the subtle, quiet sound of someone cutting through glass in the front room--a window, definitely a window. Shortly after that, scurrying footsteps--human ones--then a door opening, and the louder footsteps of an anthro of unidentified species. You raise yourself from the sheets as the intruders enter the bedroom, flashlights aglow...just as Betty stirs awake.
Thus, you have no choice but to actually grab onto her spandex-clad rear and hold on tight to keep from slipping off.
You hear Betty chuckle. "Oh? You like it back there, Alan? Well don't worry, you'll be there all night!"
Before you can ask what she means by that, you suddenly feel Betty's rear descending once again--this time onto a mattress. Given how soft the bed was it wasn't as agonizing as Betty sitting on you at the couch, and since she was soon lying down--on her back, of course, to keep you pinned--you didn't have all of her considerable weight pressing down on you.
Not that made it any less horrible.
You wriggle around under Betty's rump, trying to get free, but all you manage to do is make the titanic cow-woman giggle in her sleep. It keeps up for hours, but the best you manage is to get your upper body out from under the red meteor of pain; your waist and legs still pinned. With the pressure (mostly) lifted, you flop down onto the soft sheets, panting in the cool air in Betty's bedroom as your eyes adjust to the dark. The fresh air was a godsend; for the past three hours you had had to take short, desperate gasps when ever Betty had bounced off of you.
You'd probably have lain there all night moping if something hadn't occurred to you: it was nighttime now, at least ten o'clock. Betty had snatched your car out of the road and stomped off to her house to torture you, literally in broad daylight! For all intents and purposes, she had kidnapped you in a city full of witnesses!
So where in the name all off hell were the cops all this time?!? The fact that Betty had put you through this hellish day, without interruption...it was mind-boggling. Did the cops have some sort of 'no-angry-women' policy when it came to anthros, or some nonsense? You made a mental note to really pay attention next time you voted for police commissioner.
Your mental rant was interrupted by the subtle, quiet sound of someone cutting through glass in the front room--a window, definitely a window. Shortly after that, scurrying footsteps--human ones--then a door opening, and the louder footsteps of an anthro of unidentified species. You raise yourself from the sheets as the intruders enter the bedroom, flashlights aglow...just as Betty stirs awake.
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