Daigon: First Dance Water Swordplay (Dance Of The Minds Book 1)

by R. K. Star

  My dad had no new changes to his life, so for the evening I talked about my school life and work. There was nothing exciting happening at my school but I told my dad about the same things I would talk with Danny, about professors and some of my classmates. I explained about my courses and what I was learning but many of the things my dad didn’t understand since he wasn’t learnt. I kept trying to blabber on about things so there wouldn’t be any silence.

  In my dad’s mind, he was very happy I was back but I knew I couldn’t stay with him, I had to make a life for myself. I couldn’t let anything hold me back. Sometimes I felt conflicted about what I should do but I already decided long ago what I would do, the hesitation was just a surface presentation.

  The days passed and I tried my best to take care of my dad and get him in a positive mood. I knew he was happier with me around and his mind didn’t wander, many times I got him laughing normally, it made me feel good.

  Lately I’ve been feeling a strong presence, a heavy power. It wasn’t constant, I felt it on and off. My mind would ring but I didn’t know what’s going on. It felt as my brain was being squeeze, I felt light and that I could float anywhere, it was a feeling I never felt before. I wasn’t sure if my telepathy was getting stronger and I was sensing something different I wasn’t able to detect before. Or was there someone else with telepathy that was affecting me. I did find myself checking over my shoulder to see if someone was watching. There was a constant feeling of eyes staring at me from a distance.

  6

  Second Semester

  I got back to Palo Alto before classes resumed. I got vacation time from the manager at the café but promised to be back one week before my classes start in case it was busy. Danny wasn’t in the apartment anymore and it was quiet. The apartment felt much bigger with just me, it would take some time getting use to the apartment again.

  Danny would finish his externship and return the beginning of next school year, I assured myself. I placed a sign for a temporary roommate for the second term only. I was okay with paying the entire rent myself and holding the room for Danny until he came back. However, I could use the money so I was hoping I could find someone flexible for one semester. The day pass extremely slow, especially when I had no work to do. There was a night I slept in Danny’s bed, the scent from the bed calm and relaxed me. I slept so peacefully and completely through the night, waking up refreshed. I knew it wasn’t right to do that. I was going to wash the sheets to remove my scent but I hesitated, maybe I might need another night there. I was so bored, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I found myself staring blankly out the window for hours and hours.

  Thank god today I had a shift, I was about to lose it and it has only been two days. I was working a night shift from five to eleven and was responsible for closing shop. It was now the winter season and there isn’t much daylight. The temperatures started to get milder and a bit more wet. I only grabbed my apartment key as I don’t need my ID; I never spent any money while I’m working. I left gleefully as now I had something to kill the time with and more importantly human interaction.

  There wasn’t as many coffee goers as before, even though it was colder. Many of the regular university students weren’t present and most of the customers that came in were middle age that are in their careers working a steady job. I could tell the customers coming in were the people working nine to five and grabbing a coffee after work or after a night out or after dinner. Working nine to five on a steady job was something I despised, I want more for my life. I could never imagine my career to be so plain staking boring. How horrible would it be to start a career in your mid-twenties and work till you’re in your fifties or sixties, nine to five every day. I rather be dead. A life like that was a prison sentence. Sleep, work, eat, repeat for thirty years. I want my life to have meaning.

  10:55pm, it was time to lock up. I turned off the open lights and locked the door. I check the cash register and left a hundred dollars of change in the till, putting the rest in the safe. I made simple preparations for the next day and total the daily cash and credit sales for the manager to review then clocked out.

  I check the time, it was 11:17pm. Today I felt an intense feeling, almost a bending of matter where time wasn’t consistent. I didn’t bother taking a slow stroll home, it was dark and it didn’t feel quite right. Earlier my manager offered me a ride home but I knew he probably be there for another fifteen to twenty minutes before he leaves. I didn’t want to be there any longer so I declined. If I walk fast I could get home within seven minutes but now I wished I took my manager’s offer on the ride. But I didn’t want to go back and ask him.

  Taking large quick steps, I started a slow jog. I felt the presence of a man behind me and he had heinous thoughts, ‘what a nice ass, I would tap that shit. Wonder if her face is pretty, her skin probably smooth and soft like a baby, grab those tits and shove my cock in her mouth.’ I knew the person behind me was up to no good. I picked up my pace a bit more, my place wasn’t far away but it was so dark at night and my intuition told me something wasn’t right. I could hear my heart beating and my heart was racing. The steps behind me were picking up, l could hear each step louder and louder and it closed in. I realized that there was not just one person following me but three people, ‘let’s grab this bitch and gang bang her, fuck her in each of her holes.’ Their thoughts were terrorizing me, besides running I didn’t know what to do. Now I was contemplating screaming I knew I had seconds to act and I was hesitating. Would anyone hear me, I couldn’t sense any thoughts nearby. Reflecting back, I realize that I should have been able to sense these creeps from further away. Everyone always has some background thoughts in their head but why didn’t I sense them until I heard their footsteps.

  Since my mother’s death my telepathy has gotten stronger and I was able to sense multiple minds at once and from quite a distance. Now I realized, if I look back at it my telepathy was weakened ever since I felt that strong presence, even now my mind felt dizzy as if there was a large rock pressing down on it, it was tight.

  Wait, why do I not sense those creeps behind me right now. I can sense nothing.

  A hand grabbed over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I made lots muffling sounds, started to twist and turn and fling my hands around and attempted to break free and sprint away. My hands were restrained, someone forcibly pulled by arms back and I had a painful tension on my shoulder joints. I could feel someone had a strong grip around my wrist, I was being pulled into another direction. I looked as I was being pull backwards and sideways, they pushed me into some garbage bags. Immediately I took a big breath of air and about to scream at the top of my lungs. But as if they knew I was going to scream I was slapped across each cheek quick and hard. It was so dark I could not clearly make out their faces but I could see there was three of them. I tried moving my hands but realized I was pin to the street. There was no space to swing my arms, I was cornered. I was in the back alley behind some businesses that were probably closed. No one to see me, no one to help me.

  A hand was place over my mouth again. “Keep quiet you fucking whore if you know what’s good for you.” He then licked my face, it felt warm, wet and gross. I could tell he didn’t take care of his teeth. Surely the bastard never went to have his teeth cleaned. I could imagine the plaque and calculus around his teeth, it gave me shivers. The pungent smell was so repulsive I started to gag and felt the need to vomit.

  I felt another quick slap across my face, my face was burning with pain. The pain distracted me and I forgot about my need to puke.

  The creep on top of me started to kiss me forcefully. His breath was so fetid I instantly vomited into his mouth. There wasn’t much that came out as I ate long ago and only had water at work.

  “You fucking bitch!” I saw him spit his saliva and the fluids in his mouth. Then he came back and kissed me again, I could feel his tongue running on my clench teeth, I didn’t want his tongue inside my mouth. I open my mouth to let his tongue in the
n bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. I could taste blood in my mouth. I was sure his tongue was partly severed.

  “Ahhhh, you little fucking slut!” He slapped me again and again, repeatedly and spat the blood on my face. I was starting to feel dizzy. My head was burning up and throbbing.

  My head still felt as if it was being squeezed, I couldn’t read their thoughts. I had no idea what they were thinking but I did have a guess at what they were planning. There actions were clear, they were each going to have a go at me and If I recall, one of them were thinking they were going to fuck me in each of my holes. There was not much left to the imagination, the three holes they were talking about where my vagina, anus and my mouth. If any of them put their penis in my mouth, I was going to clamp down like a crocodile so hard and not let go until I severed it in two pieces. The jerk who tried to tongue me already got a taste.

  “Stop playing around asshole.” One of his accomplish was yelling at him. “Let’s rip her clothes off and have a look at her pussy.”

  God no, I didn’t want to be naked in public, I didn’t want this to happen. Uncontrollably I started to cry and felt the tears running down my cheek. I felt another slap across my cheek.

  “Shut you hole you wench!”

  One of them tried to tear my black polo shirt off but wasn’t strong enough.

  “What are you a fucking pussy? Get her shirt off!” The man next to him shouted as if he was incompetent.

  “Shut your mouth you fag, this shirt is hard,” he retorted.

  I tried to squirm and break free again but I couldn’t, it was completely useless and the only thing I would achieve from that were more slaps across the face.

  Two of them grab my shirt and pulled it off me. The one holding my legs down pulled my shoes off and reach up to unbutton my black khaki. Together with my underwear he forcefully pulled down my pants to my ankles and then completely off me. The guy on top of me then grabbed my bra and ripped the thin strap at the middle, leaving my breast exposed.

  “Look at these tits, nice.”

  They were fondling with my breast, sucking my breast, licking and biting my nipples. They squeeze them so hard it hurt. One of them took out his penis, it was erected and he started slapping my face with it. I wondered if I should grab it with my mouth and bite it off.

  “I’m going to suck her pussy.” I heard the one holding my legs down say.

  I felt a finger go up my vagina and I let out a moan of pain.

  “I think she is a virgin, bloods coming out of her pussy,” the one that was going to suck my vagina said, chirping in excitement.

  “Fuck yeah, we hit the jack pot, were going to have a nice tight pussy to fuck tonight.” I saw the one sitting on me to hold me down say with a grin on his face.

  I felt his tongue slide up my vaginal canal, it felt so gross, I wanted it to stop.

  “Stop, let me go, please, let me go!” I begged crying.

  “Sure darling, if you say it nicely but as soon as were done with you and you do everything we tell you to.” The guy standing naked to the side waiting to have his turn at me said gleefully, he slowly stroked his penis and occasionally slap me in the face with it and ask me if I like that. I knew he wanted me to suck his penis but after what I did earlier, no one would put anything in my mouth.

  I knew they weren’t going to stop unless if someone came to save me or until they each finish fucking me and doing any other hideous assault on me.

  I could feel my breast being squeezed and my clitoris being sucked hard it hurt. It felt hours had passed but I knew only a couple of minutes had elapsed. They were nowhere near done. They hadn’t even put their penis inside me yet. I almost wish they would and ejaculate in me so it would be over with.

  My head was spinning and I thought I was going to faint but I fought the urge to fall in a trance. I had to seize any opportunity that presented itself for me to escape. I spent the time memorizing their faces and the clothes they wore and repeating it over in my head so I wouldn’t forget. This way I could file an accurate police report.

  Suddenly I realize after they were done with me they may not necessary let me go, they may kill me after or beat me to near death. I had to come up with a way to escape but I couldn’t even fight off one of the rapist, how was I gone to fight off three. Despair fell through my mind and I wish I was home with my mom and dad and watching a movie at night on the couch. Why did this happen to me, wasn’t my life miserable enough? I felt pity for myself but more so I felt anger at the world.

  “Argh! Stop it. Please! Please! Please! Stop it!” I felt two or maybe three fingers up my vagina, it hurt. He rammed his fingers up and down my vaginal canal rapidly.

  “Doesn’t that feel good, babe.” The rapist fingering my vagina shouted.

  “Nooo! Stop it Now!” I pleaded with him.

  “You're an ungrateful bitch, should be thanking me. If I don’t ease your pussy now later when I shove my big fat cock inside your pussy, you’ll be enjoying it more.”

  His sentence may no sense. How will I be enjoying it more if I’m in pain now and if he puts something bigger in there. Also in what universe would someone be grateful for being raped.

  I could still feel his fingers going up my vagina but it hurt less now.

  Her pussy is so wet she likes It. I’m going to finger her ass as well; two fingers should get her to scream for us.

  “Arghhhhh! Noooo! Not there! Please!” I felt two of his fingers slide up my anus. This hurt the most of everything so far, I couldn’t imagine the pain I would feel if he put his penis inside there.

  Should I fuck her ass first or her pussy first? God her asshole feels so nice and tight.

  ‘Fucking John needs to hurry up I want my turn.’

  “John can you just fuck her already, I want my turn. Come on shit head, hurry up.” The bystander rapist was getting restless.

  ‘If she wasn’t a damn biter I could slam my cock down her throat. If I put my cock in there she will chew it off. Fuck it I’ll just wait my turn to shove it up her ass.’

  What the hell were these freaks saying. I noticed my headache was gone. I no longer felt dizzy and my head didn’t feel as if it was squeezed anymore. Wait, I was just reading their minds a moment ago, my telepathy is back. Actually, I don’t sense a strong presence around anymore. Maybe I can use my telepathy to my advantage.

  “Why does he get to fuck first? Your cock is bigger I want it inside me first.” I looked at the bystander rapist.

  “You hear that John the bitch wants my cock first.”

  “Shut your fucking mouth you faggot before I beat the shit out of you.”

  “Or how about you I can’t see your cock but are you happy just fondling my breast maybe if your cock is bigger you should go first, right?” I tried pinning them against each other.

  I could feel his hands on me loosen. “Want to see my cock?” He moved his cock closer to me until it touched my noise. He thrust it up and down against my noises and my lips. “You like that, want to suck it bitch?”

  I tried to move my head to the side away from his cock, “Yeah looks so nice, I want that inside my pussy man.” I tried to follow their lingo and slang.

  He turned his head towards John who was fingering my anus. “John, you are the last one to fuck, she wants us first.”

  My plan was working If they fought each other I may get the chance to make a run for it.

  “You fucking bitch are you trying to turn us against each other. Why don’t you suck on this!”

  I wasn’t sure what he was talking about but then I felt the most agony I felt in my life. My breathing quicken and my heart rate accelerate even more than what I imagine was possible.

  Try my cock up your fucking asshole bitch.

  “You fucking assholes get off me I’m going to fucking kill all of you!” I shouted as I felt his penis slamming up my anus.

  The one on top of me who was holding my hands down loosen his grip earlier excited that I wanted his penis inside
me or that I might suck his penis. With all my force, I broke my hands free and clench my hands into a fist and tried smashing him in the face.

  I felt one hard slap across the face. “Bitch!” Then another slap across the other cheek. “Bitch!” John shouted as he continued thrusting inside me.

  “I’m going to rip the flesh from your bones!” I screamed and slammed my palm against his face.

  The other rapist finally got my hands back under control and held my arms firmly to the ground. While he continued to thrust his hips rapidly.

  “I’m fucking cuming, ahhh!” John exclaimed.

  I felt sometime warm inside my anus. Sometime was dripping, I wasn’t sure if it was blood or his semen.

  “Your turn,” John got off me and switched spots.

  The next rapist grabbed his penis and shoved it in my vagina. I felt as if someone punched me down there. The pain was excruciating. I cried out in pain but a hand came over mouth to muffle the cries. He thrusted in and out so forcefully.

  I could feel the muscles around my pelvic, genitals, thighs and gluteus tense up. Then I felt my body release the tension and I felt a rush of sensation—that caused me to moan.

  “Oh, shit. I’m cuming,” the man of top of me said as he thrust quicker.

  The only relief from him was that he ejaculated quickly. He got off me and switched spots with the last one.

  “Fuck you two, you tore her up. This is even worst then sloppy seconds. I’m just going to whack off on her tits.” He grabbed his penis and started to masturbate.

  I sobbed quietly while waiting for him to ejaculate on me. Then this nightmare would be over. He was rubbing himself earlier, so I hope he would ejaculate sooner. After a couple of minutes his semen squirted on my chest. He squeezed every drop on me.

  “Let’s go,” He stood up and got off me.

  Finally, it’s over.

  “Wait, I want another go at her,” John said.

  I looked up with horror in my eyes and John switch spots again.