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Chapter 10 by triumphales triumphales

What kind of "help" does she need?

A steely cock

As you stare at Annika, sitting on the bed looking like a cat in heat, the thinking portions of your brain shut down as your fully erect shaft takes over your thought processes. "Yeah, I think maybe we can help each other," you reply, unzipping your fly and ripping out your steel pole for her to admire.

She looks shocked at first, but she quickly regains her composure. Climbing from her bed, she walks over to you without much fuss. As she kneels down in front of you, you close your eyes, waiting to feel her perfect lips on your cock.

All of a sudden, you feel a blinding pain spread across your midsection as Annika pretends your balls are a punching bag. The pain radiates from your shoulders all the way to your knees, causing you to collapse on her floor. A wave of nausea washes across you - it takes all your focus to keep from hurling on her floor. You try to open your eyes, but all you see are stars. You are in agony.

Amazingly, you can hear Annika through the pain. "I'm not some 16 year old slut from Deerfield High. Maybe you'll remember that next time."

You have no doubt that you will.

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