Fortunately, the unknown after some time, loosened his grip. Nothing better came to my mind than to crawl away from the guy who fucked me. I even had time to rest with elbows on the floor and tear off the pubis from the palace.

Unfortunately, more could not be done. The bastard, without interrupting his black work for a second, grabbed my hair and, apparently, wrapped it around my hand, fixing me with my back bent to a crunch. Worse, the rapist suddenly remembered about my tits, weighing heavily in time with the blows. I felt an invisible hand squeeze my chest, which had long fallen out of the tears of the fabric, and accepted it with all the zeal to squeeze. And then not at all: my nipple was caught in stiff fingers. Now, with each stroke, the invisible being pulled me by the nipple towards my phallus, and I, obeying the pulling sweet pain, obediently mounted myself on it.

Sweet moans were already starting to tear from my throat, when the invisible man had finished, not allowing me to completely lose my face. I almost flew off like a jet plane when a powerful stream of sperm hit me from the inside. Well, that's it, now it will definitely break me! And this bastard is pulling and pulling on the nipple, thrusting his piece into my vagina so deeply that it seems: it’s just that the head will appear from my mouth. And I fell into saving darkness.

I woke up very quickly. At least, it was felt like thick streams are flowing out of the moistened pussy.

Yes, I was in an interesting position, stretched out exhausted on the palace, in a robe, torn in rags, which did not hide the body at all, with legs spread apart, between which thick moisture was oozing. And now what i can do? To lie, like a fool, for the pleasure of the invisible? I tried to get up. The whole crotch was burning, and I barely managed to get on all fours. At the same time, I didn’t even think about reducing hips. Well, what in this form and proceed to the bath? Probably, the blonde wandering on the four bones will amuse the most respectable audience. And by the way, where did my feverish stuff go?

Alas, even though I was not particularly deceived, the words that were heard killed the beginnings of hope.

- OK, woman. Now I am much stronger. (Oh, God, even stronger? What will be left of my pussy, if he pleases again ...) You can call me Al-sovereign. And if you were more accommodating, you could just call me Ac.

Al-pidaras, I thought angrily. However, why pidaras? He handled me very well, so, alas, he is not blue at all.

“I am one of the gods' damned gods, and for a long time I could not break into this world, although I watched him until I felt you, reached for you and left the air.” You are the perfect conductor. For the time being, I am only force fields connected with my essence, and now I need to get closer contact with this reality, and this is impossible without intercourse with a woman.

I hardly lifted my head towards the sounds that were heard. A barely perceptible haze was visible above the dismantled bed, sort of like on a hot day over the asphalt. So-so, apparently, now I’ll be fucked not just by the invisibility, but by the disembodied trembling of the air, which, however, is probably not easier.

- But without stupidity, while no one should know that I have already come to this world.

I felt an invisible noose slip around my neck. Wheezing, I hurriedly nodded my head, and the suffocating noose disappeared.

- I will follow you, woman, and if something goes wrong ... - I again felt a light touch on my neck this time. - I have already come here, and you, in fact, are not so necessary to me, although, I confess, everything will be much easier with you.

Well, yes it is easier ... For whom is it easier? Something (namely, my soiled baby) told me that it was not for me.

- Well, now I have to go on the air in order to strengthen the new points of contact with reality.

“It would be nice if he strengthened my point with which he had such a close contact,” I thought, and she raised her finger:

“Uh, Ass-Lord, can I ask you a couple of questions?”

- Speak, woman.

“What about the throne for a queen?”

“Woman, you were capricious and did not want to surrender to your sovereign in a good way.” Say thank you for not sending you to the Turkish brothel.

“Thank you,” I replied out loud, and thought to myself: “Maybe it would be for the better than such and such a member ...”. Meanwhile, the voice, coming from somewhere in the upper part of the haze, continued:

- But do not think that I am so naive. I explored your world like a gutter. My body should be well-groomed and always ready to take the spear of love.

At first I did not even understand, and then almost choked with anger. Wow, insolent. This he says “my body” about MY body! And he, fu-you, well, you, “spear of love! ... A cudgel there of love, that's what.

“Well, well,” I said, suppressing a flash of anger, the memory of the noose around the neck was too fresh, “and how will you follow me and in general how can you see me?” Well, there is the refraction of light, the lens of the eye must be visible, well, still this, Jules Verne's brilliant mistake?

- You're stupid, woman. The force fields are easy to read on the air, and when connected to the essence of God, your sovereign, for example, they acquire a quite visible picture in it. But enough, I have to go, this is for you to live with, you will quit your job, and now get up and go clean up.

After these words, the haze over the bed disappeared, and in front of my nose a weighty wad of money plopped onto the floor. Well, here are my efforts appreciated. It went down nowhere: I get a reward for intimate services. How it's called? That's right, prostitution. And who I am after this? There was so much money in a pack that would suffice for another one-room apartment. I wonder if they are not fake?

It turned out - not fake ... I changed a thousand bucks for rubles in an exchanger and my mood improved markedly. That is how they become whores. Twenty minutes of suffering - and move into a new apartment. Or buy a new car, it's time for me to change my nine for something more suitable ... My God, and in fact I really like this state of things. But then I remembered how I squirmed on the “cudgel of love” of this Asa himself, and all the euphoria disappeared in a flash. I went to a summer cafe belonging to one jigit, who had been walking around me for a long time, like a cat around sour cream. There for me was always ready a table in the gazebo, where I was spared from any obsessive attention. After thinking about the situation at a light lunch, I came to the conclusion that if I did not want to go to the psychiatric hospital, I would have to accept it. Rejecting doubts, I rushed to a car dealership and two hours later I drove to the house on a new Peugeot.

Opening the bag from the supermarket at home, I took out champagne and sweets, took a glass and began to celebrate my transformation either as a prostitute or a kept woman, or as a priestess, but also a whore.

While drinking champagne, I didn’t notice another invisible appearance. It was already dusk outside the window, when bringing a glass to my lips, I suddenly felt something climb under my skirt. I screamed and jumped up, spilling a foaming liquid on myself.

- What are you, again for his? - in the voice of the invisible was heard only annoyance.

I just felt terrified. No matter how much I thought about what happened, the threat of another rape plunged me into a stupor. So I stood near the sofa with a half-empty glass in my hand and stared at the uncomplicated feast, spread out on the mirror table, not knowing what to do and fearing the inevitable .... Read more →