Alma
Part 1
P>
Part 1
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5
Page 6
Page 7
Page 8
Page 9
Page 10 P>
Page 11
Page 12
Page 13
Page 14
Page 15
Page 16
Page 17
Page 18
Page 19
Page 20
Page 21
Page 22
Part 2
|
Page 10: — Intervention
|
The men stand around Alma. Each is stroking his dildo cock with one hand and touching Alma with the other. Their fingers have slipped under her gaudy (and not very sexy) satin underwear. Coated with lube, the cocks glisten suggestively. Alma writhes with an expression of helpless, dramatic agony as she is molested. Her color is high. The dark lady is approaching this tableau with one arm raised in command of some sort. In her other hand she holds a long dagger.
|
They began. There was nothing I could do. Then she stepped in.
|
Alma now looks up at the dark lady, somewhat annoyed (and not at all frightened). The dark lady is at her side, the men have fallen back, no longer touching themselves. The dark lady has slid the knife blade under one side of the panties and is pulling back, just about to cut through them.
|
She cut off my underwear. That wasn't right. The men can reach under my bra and panties, push them aside, pull them down, soil them, but they can't take them off.
|
Alma is now naked and her pussy exposed to the camera between her wide-stretched legs. The men's bodies are bare from the waist up. Alma's fear now appears less contrived, her vulnerability greater, and her arousal more immediate. The dark lady is walking away, her back to the men, who are closing in on Alma.
|
I thought she was going to stop them, but she didn't.
|
|
   |
Copyright (c) 2004 by Harold S. Henry
This script may be
copied freely and used provided that its authorship in each instance is
prominently and clearly attributed to Harold S. Henry.
|