Chapter Fifteen
Dramatics
It was a familiar dream, and as always Al relished it as prophecy.
Step-slut Julie was pinned underneath him, squirming with the conflict between horrid revulsion and ungovernable lust. They were in her pillow-piled teenager’s bed, stuffed animals shoved aside to gape at them glassy-eyed as he exercised his paternal authority. Pastel nightgown torn from her, big soft boobs overfilling his mauling paws, she lifted to meet his savagely urgent thrusts even as she screamed with pain and riven innocence. No amount of terror or trauma could compete with her awakening innate need for his cruel domination, and by the time he was done she would come until it killed her.
Everything had the rich texture of reality, from the firmness of muscle under her not-quite-fat to
