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Part three change the channel please
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Part three change the channel please Chapter three Change The Channel Please A small boy who looks to be about the age of twelve, sat in Tim's recliner laughing. It was the boisterous baritone laugh he heard. It looked very strange, the deep sound emanating from a who weighed so little. Tim began to speak, but the boy held up his index finger as though telling him to wait a moment. Tim looked at the TV the boy was watching. There was a man chained, naked, with his arms stretched apart and upward and out, with his legs also chained apart, like in a dungeon or dominatrix den. Dozens of people Had been, were, and would be throwing whipped cream pies at him, and were having lots of fun doing it. The naked man was covered head to toes with whipped cream. His facial features unrecognizable. “That'll teach 'im to mess with Karma. HA HA HA!” The boy said, in his baritone voice, as a commercial showed up in place of the show. Click, the remote moved to the off position for that Television. But it was only one of a dozen, on and around the dining room table. “You've been hard at work Mister Timothy Cratchett. It takes most people half a full lifetime to achieve the questionable Karma you've accrued in less then 30 years. Well played, well played indeed. I know, I'm pretty young to be givin' advice, but I assure you, I only look young. My name is Bruce, I am your Karma spirit adviser, your mother and I play poker once a week. She got one hell of a poker face. I'm here to show you your soul Mr. Cratchett, show you the Karma you have accumulated and how it effects others around you. Do you realize you've actions contributed to the deaths of sixteen people? The TV shows are many of the events of your life at present. We're gonna take a gander. You ready?” “I know you are here for my benefit, so lead on spirit.”Tim admitted. “I am yours to lead.” “Take this remote control, and press the on switch.” Tim did as he was instructed. All the TV's began changing channels rapidly. All but one of them stopped on an unclear picture. The clear picture grew larger and larger until he and the boy were part of the scene. “Do you know this place Mr. Cratchett?”the spirit asked. “It's the outside staircase on the back of my building. It leads up to the small apartment I rent on the second floor, above my bookstore. What's this have to do with me?” “We are not a part of the actions or script of this drama. The participants can neither hear nor see us. Follow me” the spirit tells Tim, beginning to climb the stairs, and entering the apartment. There on the worn out couch sat Tim and Crystal, the younger of his two tenants renting the small apartment. “Mr. Cratchett, I know the rent is due but my mother had to go to the hospital again, I don't have it at the moment. Can I do something for you, work down in the bookstore, or maybe clean it really good, anything.” A gleam appeared in the other Tim's eyes, with a smile growing wider on his face.” I can think of something you can do for me, right now,while your mother's in the hospital. There's nobody around to hear our noise.” Tim moved closer to her, putting his hand on her thigh. “You could wipe out all of the debt you owe me this month in just a few minutes, if you know what I mean.” he explained, as he wrapped his arms around her. “I can give your mother and you thirty days notice. Or would you rather be nice to me, your choice?” “But I'm a virgin Mr. Cratchett.” she cried. “All the better, give me your consent and I'll consider it two months rent.” He laughed. “Okay, but no kissing, no kissing. Let me get undressed for you.” Crystal requested, pulling her sweater up over her head. She was in tears as she felt Tim's cold hands grab her, as her sweater was up to her head and neck, but not over yet. Crystal's hands and arms were involved in pulling her top over her head when Tim took his hands and roughly lifted her bra up over her round firm C's. In an instant his grip captured her arms by clutching the center of the sweater in the half off position. She began to struggle and scream. “What are you doing, I can't see, let me go, this isn't....” “This will be my Christmas present to me, from you, it's more exciting then I imagined it would be. I haven't felt this way in months. Relax and enjoy yourself, and I may be gentle.” Tim shouted over her yelling. They weren't far from the kitchen table, only two steps away. Pushing her toward the table while bending her down, he proceeded to unzip his fly, undo his belt, letting his pants fall around his ankles. His cock was already bulging out of his underwear. He pulled it out, stroking it to get it bigger faster. Holding Crystal down with one arm, he flipped up her skirt, ripping off her panties with his other hand. Now he slowed down, as she calmed down and ceased struggling. He caressed her tight ass all over, then, without warning, he slapped it, hard. SMACK! The sound of the palm of his hand falling across her tender young skin of her ass. Followed immediately by her loud scream. Tim's eyes and cock got bigger, as he reacted to her pain, which is turning out to be his pleasure. “Did that feel good, did you like that?” Tim asked her. She stood there in silence, to terrified to speak. “I'll take that as a yes.” He leaned down as best he could, keeping her compliant, and began kissing her butt cheeks, then struck them again. Then he spread her legs, rubbing the insides of her thighs as he did so. He ran his fingers across her pussy lips attempting to moisten her. “I like this, don't you? You'll need to get wet, I don't want it to hurt.” He took hold of his cock, stroking it some more. Tim began rubbing the head of his naked, extremely hard cock between her legs all around her pussy, carefully making sure to not penetrate her, yet. While his little head and her lips touched, some of his pre-ejaculate lubricate wet her skin. He positioned his cock for penetration, then leaned over top of Crystal to let her know. “Don't worry it's just sex, it means nothing, but thanks for giving it up for me.” As the words, give it up, passed into her ears, Tim plunged his throbbing manhood into her virgin pussy. Crystal didn't struggle, or scream, she just resigned herself to the situation, and began to sob. Her tears did not deter Tim, he let go of her sweater, grabbing hold of her waist, and began pounding into her. He didn't waste any time getting his 10 inch staff wet with her brand new, fresh, pussy juice. In and out, and in and out his long cock slid, each stroke draining her precious virginity from her, never to be replaced. Tim ordered her up onto her elbows so he could play with her boobs. Crystal complied with his order, keeping her head covered. She felt his icy fingers on her nipples. A shock of pain shot through her. Tim pinched both nipples incredibly hard. She let out a yelp, then returned to her silence. He squeezed and massaged them as he pumped and pumped, slamming his ball between her legs. She was about to throw-up, and the pain from all his actions permeated down to her soul. He was fucking her faster now, grunting each time his cock hit her cervix. He slapped her ass a few more times, getting ready to cum. She hated the way he felt inside her, she hated him taking her gift she was saving, she hated the way he made her feel dirty, she hated him. Hating him would never change. Gratefully, he removed his cock, and his disgusting cum spurted over her ass and back. He stood beside her, taking part of the table cloth and wiping his juices off his limping stick. Crystal heard him zip up his pants, and his footsteps, as he descended the stairs back down to the bookstore. Afraid to pull her sweater down just yet, fore to do so would let reality in. Just another moment or two more. The Spirit and Tim heard the other Tim leave the store, locking the door. Tim stood there, stunned. It didn't look the same from here, not at all like when he was doing it. He had hurt her, hurt her badly. He could hear her crying even before she pulled her sweater back down to it's place. Her eyes were swollen and her eye make-up was smeared wet over her face. He began to reach out to her, until. “What's this Tim Cratchett, remorse, feelings.” Then in a very mocking tone he says”It's only sex, it means nothing, but thanks for giving it up for me.” “Spirit, I didn't mean to, I didn't realize, it was fun at the time. What's she going to do? Will she call the cops?” Tim inquired as she sat crying on the couch. Before the spirit could answer she got up, went over to a desk, and began writing something. “What's she doing, spirit?” “Go see for yourself Mr, Cratchett, she's your victim.” he insists, pointing his finger in her direction. Tim walks over, looking over her shoulder, seeing words that make him stumble back in horror. He turns toward the Spirit in shock. “She, she, plans on committing suicide. The note, the note is to her mother.” Tim slowly approaches her again, to read more of her words. “The note, her mother is in the hospital and won't be home for a few more days so she's telling her she's going to give herself twenty-four hours to change her mind. If she doesn't, she's sorry, and to please forgive her. They can find her body on the shore of Neville Island, she's gonna jump off the railroad bridge. Spirit, is there any way to stop her, she has her whole life ahead of her. “Are you caring Mr. Cratchett? Are you having feelings for this girl? She means nothing. You don't Love life, right? What should you care. Let her kill herself, it's her choice. This episode of your sit-com is over, time to change the channel. You have the remote control in your hand. Change the channel please. I'm not in the next scene, good luck.” Then he turned into a fuzzy mist thing like a non-receptive TV channel, and vanished. Tim found himself in his living room, with the remote in his hand, and only one TV in the room. He sat in his chair for a long time, wondering who or what will come next. Dozing off to sleep, he's awakened by a cold burst of air. He watched as the light from outside got dimmer and dimmer, until it was absolutely pitch black in the house. Tim couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Then right where he was looking appeared two white spots of light. They didn't shine anywhere, they weren't beams of light, They were just, there. He had no concept of distance, so he had no concept as to how far away they were. As they seemed to get closer, they took the more detailed shape of a pair of large eyes. Along with the eyes was the not so bright shape of a human skull. “A skull with eyes, okay.” Tim thought to himself. “Might as well get this over with.” Tim mumbled. “Are you the third Spirit to come help me? Stupid question. Are you here to show me my future? I really don't want to see it, bad for me, they say.” The face got closer and closer, it was about six feet in diameter when it opened it's gaping jaws engulfing Tim. Tim took a deep breath, not knowing what's to come...next. next finale Feelin' The Love good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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