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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes in R16
- Theme: Cherry Picking
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Door 69
Cherry slowly walked through the hallway where she could hear screams and moans. She paused at door 55 and pushed a red button on the interface. A hologram of a nude ebony woman with long silver hair tied to a St. Andrew’s cross popped up. She appeared to be asleep or, more likely, passed out. “Hmmm,” Cherry said, thinking for a few moments. “No, not this one.” She pressed the red button on the interface and the hologram disappeared.
She walked further down the hallway, glancing at a few doors to her left and right. When she reached door 69 she snickered at the meaning of the number, then pressed the red button. A hologram of a nude bald black man tied to a St. Andrew’s cross entered her vision. He was a fighter, his mouth was open in a long scream and she could see him struggle against the restraints. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. He was well hung.
“This one,” Cherry said, “I pick this one.” She pressed a green button and the door opened. After she stepped through the door closed behind her. She turned to a panel near the door and pressed a few buttons. The St. Andrew’s Cross slowly tilted down until the back of the cross was against the floor. The man screamed in a language Cherry didn’t know. It didn’t matter to her. All screams meant the same thing here no matter what language they were in.
Cherry dropped her pants on the floor and tugged down her panties. She briefly considered undressing her torso then opted not to. He wasn’t worthy of seeing her full naked body, at least not yet, she decided. Cherry bent down and closed her lips around the tip of the man’s cock. It was flaccid, but Cherry teased it by barely brushing her lips against the tip to make it quite large. Impressed, Cherry took off her top and allowed the man to see her perfect form.
The man’s scream turned to moans as Cherry worked her mouth down that cock. Her hands fondled his balls in a way she knew drove men wild. He screamed something in that primitive language again. She ignored it and kept working her mouth up and down. When his cock was lubricated to her liking, she let it pop out of her mouth and lined her pussy up against his cock.
The man forgot how to speak his language as Cherry slid her pussy up and down that cock. His moans grew feral as she rode the large cock up and down over and over again. Her screams of pleasure echoed against the metal walls of the room. Both breathed heavier and heavier as Cherry bounced up and down in just the right rhythm. Cherry screamed as the orgasm hit and kept going, enjoying the electric thrill of the cock inside her while her sex was so sensitive. The man’s breathing got faster and faster. His moans became louder. Finally the cock inside her throbbed and released warm, sticky fluid into her womanhood. The man’s eyes had a glassy stare and he had stopped struggling against the binds that held him.
Cherry heaved a sigh of pleasure then got dressed. She pressed buttons on the wall panel. The door opened with a whoosh. Back at the interface, Cherry pushed a white button. “This one wasn’t bad,” she said into a speaker on the interface. “Solid 9. His inferior language might be an issue if someone cared about that sort of thing. I don’t have any particular preference myself.” She pressed the white button again and her voice replayed the message she just recorded.
Satisfied with what she recorded, Cherry pressed a black button to save the recording. Her body felt a little tired from the exercise, but she could probably have another round with someone. Cherry walked further into the hallway and wondered who she would pick this time…
