The fateful day

When Cassandra woke up, she didn't get up. She glanced at the electronic clock. Today was November 24, 1999. Her fateful day.

She knew this was the last time she could lie on this bed. Last night, her mother, Eleni, had been exposed as a fraud after selling hundreds of fake charms. The mafia would come to collect the debt. Everything that belonged to Eleni would be confiscated, including the daughter.

The doorbell rang. Cassandra sighed. Fighting destiny means pitting oneself against a wily enemy who cannot lose. But the more she walked toward the door, the slower she became. She didn't feel any attachment to her mother, this house, or the school. The only thing that tied her feet was the thought that she couldn't see Helen again.

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded at the other side of the door: "Who are you?"

Then a voice which Cassandra knew very well sounded: "I'm Cassandra Mayfair."

Cassandra's heart sank. Helen, why are you here?

She ran as fast as she could, but when she opened the door, the car had run a distance. She shouted: "NO! YOU **** THE WRONG PERSON! COME BACK HERE!"

The car didn't stop.

Cassandra collapsed on her knee. This should have been me, not her.

She stayed motionless for a while. Then she suddenly jumped up, ran toward her room on the second floor, and threw herself onto the bed. Just a moment ago, she thought she could leave the future visions behind, but now she needed them again.

Those visions didn't disappoint her. They still came, and still were nightmarish as they always are.

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Helen was brought to a very tall, very muscly black man. His white teeth shone from his smile, and he had deep, brown eyes. With his very short, black hair, people might think he was a model, not a ruthless mafioso.

"You know what you are here for, don't you?"

"No," Helen whispered, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Then I'll make it short. Let me use your body, and my brothers will leave your mother alone." He said with a grin that made Cassandra feel a chill run down her spine.

"Now, take off your clothes." He ordered.

When Cassandra saw the man push the head of his cock into Helen's virginial hole, she let out a gasp. She could imagine the pain of Helen's tight pussy being stretched around a cock that big.

Again and again, he was slowly thrusting in and out. Every time he pushed balls deep inside of the pussy, Helen's body was shaking. From pain or pleasure, or both.

"You're... so.... big," Helen whispered out.

"You only have half in, my white slut." The man whispered.

HALF?! Fucking hell, how can she take the whole thing!

Deeper and deeper, his cock stretched her little pussy. It was never-ending; he was going deeper and deeper, hitting new spots inside of Helen that had never been touched.

It continued for several minutes, then the man grabbed Helen's hips and held her in place. His eyes were out of focus, indicating that he was about to cum.

"Noooo!!! Please pull out!!!" Helen moaned as she felt the cock penetrate through her cervix.

"NEVER!" The man groaned.

Helen's legs were uncontrollably shaking as she tasted her first creampie in her life. Her back arched up with her chest heaving. Her belly expanded a little, showing how much semen had been poured into her uterus. Any woman who didn't use birth control would get pregnant from that.

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Cassandra's eyes opened. The first thing she saw was the electronic clock.

November 23, 1999.