Nami starts to give in

I really hope that Nami agrees to have sex with me to help make me feel better about this rough night. On one hand, I want Nami to give in so that there will at least be a very small chance that someone nice got me pregnant. It really bothers me that the one who got me pregnant was in a state of mind that caused her to ravish me in the most unfeeling way possible. It would help me cover up the terrible memory if my blonde friend could give me a positive memory to blot it out. I know that is not how memories actually work, but at least the hot model could make me happy for at least a little while. I wait with baited breath while Nami makes her decision. My breathing rate increases greatly while Nami smiles and pulls off her nightgown to make her just as naked as I am.

"You are a tough person to turn down, Suki," Nami complimented me.

"I won't have to worry about you changing again, will I?" I asked with a bit of worry in my voice.

"Nah, the Ms. Hyde would not have sex with a pregnant woman if you paid her," Nami said after giving me a little laugh. "Besides, a futanari beast becomes sated for life when it impregnates a girl. You will never have to worry about her again."

"I am glad for that," I answered with very little breath.

"Shall we go to my room and make ourselves comfortable?" Nami asked while running the fingers of her right hand through my hair.

I should have been happy that Nami was offering to take me to her room for some caring sex, but somehow I wasn't. That was where Ms. Hyde took me for her nefarious purposes. The kind woman's offer caused the bad memories to once again flood my brain. I knew that I did not want one bit of my sexual encounter with the kind woman to be similar to my encounter with the beast in any way. I was so overcome by the memory that all I could do was shake my head.

"Are you okay?" Nami had to know while putting her right hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

"That's were she... she took me," I murmured while hanging my head.

"I have a spare bedroom that we could use," the model offered.

"Could we just stay here," I begged with moist eyes.

"Okay," Nami gave in while laying me on the couch and climbing on top of me so she could kiss me.

Even though the kind version of Nami was about to make love with me, I was starting to become terrified because of the pressure that Nami's body was putting on me. I have never been claustrophobic before, but I am starting to show all of the signs of that particular malady now. My heart rate is increasing and I can almost feel myself sweating. I can do nothing but cry out a message of distress. "I need to be on top!"

"Are you sure that you are okay?" Nami wondered while rolling over to accommodate my wishes.

"It is just that she was so rough with me," I explained with a squeaky voice.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have," Nami said with a deep frown as she started to get off of me. "Let's talk about this."

"But... But..." I nervously stuttered as a tear fell out of my left eye.

I don't want to talk about this. I want Nami to make love with me. I want her to give me a pain killer. Most of all, I want her to take care of me.