Moon woke up alone.

She saw a steady light above her, a very bright light, her vision focused again. She tried moving her hands, but they were tied with a strong fabric, which was attached to a pole on a bed. Her feet were spread apart slightly and but she was still too weak to move them. She looked down and realized she had been stripped of her armor, only her white long sleeved shirt and her tight black pants remained, her hair was still miraculously still fixed. It smelled of semen, dry semen, mixed with scented candles which made her feel even more nauseous. She felt something covering her lips; she wanted so badly to scream, to call for help, to shout until her vocal cords flew straight out of her mouth.

Moon struggled to break free, but the potion continued to mess with her. A middle aged man walked in to the room wearing nothing and revealing everything, his body had a few bruises, and his black hair was messed up, it had looked like he had raped every single woman in the village. This seemed pretty believable.

Moon tried even more desperately to escape, her legs went numb, and she was strangely aroused. The man walked closer to her, his penis was so hard you could use it as a coat rack. Moon was helpless, the man moved closer to her and tugged on her black pants, Moon wanted to hit him in the face and burn him at the stake, but she was weak and frail, and her mind was in disarray.

She let him remove her leggings, out of weakness more than consent, and her black laced panties were completely exposed to this stranger. She moved her legs inadequately to the left and closed them; the man grunted and forcefully opened her legs. He climbed onto the bed and Moon reeled away from him as far as he could.

He smirked, licked his fingers and placed them gently on her clitoris; Moon shivered and bit her tongue, refusing to moan for this man. He was once more upset and removed the cloth on her mouth, she opened her mouth and took deep breaths, her face was full of worry and disgust, the man growled and slapped her in the right cheek. Moon wanted to continue pissing him off, but was exhausted, and her face showed fear; never daring to say anything that might prove it.
The man grinned, and sat up, and knelt down on the bed, Moon once more tried to close her legs, and he opened them up all over again, then grasped her hips and pulled her onto his dick. He started rubbing his shaft against the fabric covering her vagina, and Moon tried desperately not to even make a little bit of noise, but a light moan did surface, "Ah~" She moaned, he removed her panties and continued to rub his pleasure tool against hers.

Her pre-cum lubricated his cock, and soon enough, the tip of his penis was inside, "Ahh~!" She moaned louder than she expected. Moon made her legs hold on to the bed sheets as if her life had depended on it. He pushed gently forwards, until Moon's hymen broke and the man entered her like butter.

She practically screamed as soon as he was more than two inches inside of her, her pussy had never been more open since the birth of her daughter, Moon whimpered, "St-Stop!" The man showed no sign of stopping and held onto her legs, and started to thrust deep inside of her.

She moaned once more, "Stop! P-Please, Stop!" He continued to ignore her and began to thrust faster. She moaned faster, "Ahh~! Aahh~! Oh G-God~!" She started to cry, but her tears did not comfort her as she was ceaselessly being pounded like a piece of meat.

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Marco and her parents were in the car driving back home, Angie looked tired still, and Raphael was whistling the tune of "Glory to God in the highest". Their son was staring out the window resting his head on his elbow, he watched other people on the street do their everyday duties, and he actually liked it, being able to see what other people were doing while not knowing they were being watched.

He liked that idea. If only he could do it with the important people in his life, always knowing what they're doing, always watching their every move, like the omnipotent God they were giving thanks to. Marco wanted to know what Ferguson was doing, what Alfonso was doing, what his long time frenemie Heckapoo, Moon, River, maybe even Ludo, but most especially Star.

Star, Star, Star, The name ran circles in his head; the way she sucked him off was astounding, almost inhuman, in a good sense. The taste of her lips lingered in his mouth since then, when he muttered out words in the church, he licked his lips and thought what Star lower regions could have tasted like.
Gross Marco, he said to himself, and mentally whacked him in the head.

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Star went to her wardrobe and began thinking of a dress that might infatuate Marco to the point that they might continue what they started last night. She was tired of doing it to herself, too tired of waiting, too tired of all the bullshit stopping her.
This time, This time, I'll make sure it happens, There's nothing stopping me. she repeated over and over in her head, I'll make sure it happens. I'll make sure it happens.

Later, she was wearing leggings that reached her thighs, (Star learned online that men were really into that kind of stuff) and a small purple gown that, with a single gust of wind, would have exposed her purple black laced panties, which were her favorites. She wore a dark pink dress that were being held together by a few strings located on her upper torso, her erect nipples were seen through the fabric, her hair was tied much like she tied it during the Blood Moon Ball that happened 4 years ago. Marco's parents sure as hell won't notice her, since she'll be in her bedroom waiting anxiously.
She paced around her bed waiting for Marco, twirling the strings on her chest, loosening it little by little, and then she heard the door swing open. She practically jumped for joy, and sat down on the mattress.

Marco suddenly felt sick in the car, his stomach lurched and he winced in pain. He grasped the area tightly as his stomach continued to twist inside of him. The second they had reached home and parked, Marco broke down the door, which Angie did not appreciate, and ran upstairs for the bathroom.

Soon enough, there was vomit being washed down by the sink, it was mostly just an undigested lump of sandwich he ate this morning and consecrated bread. Marco felt exhausted; he looked at the wet lump of puke and suddenly felt like he was going to do it again. Thankfully he didn't, and just wiped his mouth, he stood there exhausted for a short while until: "Marco! Take a Shower please!" His mother ordered, How convenient. Marco thought, "Yeah, Alright Mom!" he shouted back, taking a towel and closing the door.

This was where things started getting pretty strange, if this wasn't strange enough.
Marco took of his Sunday clothes, and threw them to the now slightly clean sink. He stepped into the shower and turned the faucet, water rained on him. Marco suddenly started thinking of Star in the shower with him, which made his penis as hard as a rock, he looked at it for a short moment, then imagined Star giving him a wank, soon enough, he held his penis gently and started jerking off, it began slowly, until he started imagining fucking Star, then he began stroking himself faster, Star screamed "Faster!" and Faster he did go, Marco thought of slapping her ass, Star moaning his name, Star screaming and cumming on his dick while he continued to pound her. Marco's chest was beating faster than a sports car's engine. He was about to cum hard, REALLY hard.

Then all of a sudden, "It looks you forgot to lock the door." Star's silky voice rang out in the bathroom, Marco stopped, he turned to the right. Star slid the bathroom curtains away and Marco screamed as he came unto her face and chest. Star gasped and slid on a tile on the floor, she fell down and hit her head on the sink. Then she sat down on the floor, completely passed out and covered in semen.

Marco ran for the door and closed it, then making sure it was locked this time. "Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh Shit what do I do?!" he said to himself. "Uh, Uh...." He stared at her face, her hair, chest and cheeks splattered with cum. Plus that attractive dress she wore only made the scene even more difficult for him.
"Jesus Christ... Couldn't even let me finish my bath..."
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