Razor's Third Level Three Assignment. TERRIFYING

[Razor7826]

(The Description for the January Contest: A Short Take is a very brief work -- a literary sketch, covering only a scene or single description, usually with only implications of a larger plot, introduction, or even resolution. Specifically for this contest, entries are limited to 250 words or less! (About one typed page).

There is no limit to subject or style, although entries should be prose (for poetry, see the Member Poetry Contest forum). Judging, as always, will be up to forum members with the suggested criteria of:

1. How unique, interesting and enjoyable was the story?
2. Were the technical aspects (quality of writing) successful?
3. Was the author able to convey a powerful impression of their subject within such a brief work?

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(Author's note: This is exactly 250 words, if you don't count the author and title




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By Razor7826

I freeze. Everything around me swirls as the world around me shifts and stabilizes. I sit there, shocked from the flood of new sensations.

The senses begin to collate. A salty taste. A slapping noise. An incomprehensible field of fuzz. The smell of sweat. I feel full, and something reminds me of getting spanked by my father thirty years ago.

Then I realize what is going on. I'm sucking on a penis as its owner thrusts his hips back and forth. Another object pierces my vagina, but it doesn't hurt in the same way it used to.

I panic and start to scream. The people that are using me pull out. I fall to my side on a king-sized bed. I don't recognize either of them.

The bearded man bends over with a panic stricken face. His voice strains with anxiety. "Rachel! Rachel, what's wrong?"

The Asian woman that was assaulting me with him rushes to his side. "Rayche? Are you okay? Please, answer me!" She starts to cry, as if I'm her family, but her face is entirely unfamiliar.





They call it a fugue state. Dropping your life without even realizing it, and starting anew.

My name is not Rachel. It's Reverend Rebecca Kent, and for the rest of my life, I must hide from my parish the sins I committed as Rachel Phillips. I love my husband, but as each day drags by in my real life, I long for the touches of Mike and Michelle.