This is a work of fiction, using characters from the film, “Virtuosity”.  No insult or invasion of privacy or infringement of copyright is intended. The story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.

The Night Sid Got Even

©01/2003

by Darrin Lee Hutton

Oh, fuck.  What did I think I was doing?  Christ.  And then there’s the fucking door.  And he’s here and oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…Am I even ready for this?

And he barrels into my home.  And he throws me up against the wall, pressing into me and I feel the familiar curves of his body and I’m thinking, I’m screaming in my head, NO, fuck NO!!!  Alex, help me!  But Alex is off on his first Nation Adventure and I must deal with this.  And his tongue is in my mouth and I can’t breathe, can’t think and it’s like he never left and I don’t feel his anger, don’t feel his rage, don’t feel his jealousy, just feel his need, that fucking cock pressed right up against me, and then FUCK, he’s ripping my clothes from my body and undoing his zipper and FUCK, his leg pushing mine open and his cock is seeking out my cunt and with a harsh grunt he hefts my thighs in his hands, leaning me against the wall and FUCK OH GOD OH CHRIST he’s right there he’s shoved up inside me and I’m so fucking wet for him, I didn’t know he could still make me so fucking WET and he’s thrusting, hard, so very fucking HARD and rooting me like before and oh GOD, help

My mind goes blank and all I can feel is climax after climax as he fucks me harder and harder and then with a heavy moan he’s cumming into me, still rock hard and panting in my ear.  And then OH SHIT he’s pushing me down onto the floor and his tongue is down my throat and I really can’t breathe now and I finally start returning his kiss, but I’m gonna pass out if I don’t get to breathe soon and he pulls back a bit and I see his eyes dancing with evil delight as he plunders my cunt with his hand, rubbing my clit with surprising gentleness.  And then HOLY FUCKIN’ CHRIST he’s in me again and this time he’s going so slow and agonizingly tender in his fucking of me.  And then FUCK he’s out and whipping me over onto my belly, grabbing my hips and driving into my cunt again and OH FUCKING HELP ME I’m cumming hard and I can’t breathe I can’t think I don’t even want to I just want to feel this cock in my cunt and cum around him milk him dry OH SWEET JESUS.  And he’s grunting again, cumming into me, hard and bright and super-nova star-like quality, burning with desire, yearning with need, and growling wordlessly at me as he slaps my ass repeatedly  and keeps cumming.  We collapse in a heap.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

I can’t speak.  He giggles.

And starts again.

Oh CHRIST.

And then he throws me onto the bed and giggles again at my inability to speak, I think I’ve only managed to curse the whole time he’s been here.  And I think briefly of Alex, sweet Alex, Deb be kind, I think fiercely then I’m whooshed out of thought and into grinding hips as he pounds relentlessly into me, fuck, how long can he keep this up?  And I realize ruefully that he can go forever, can’t he?  And we’d tried out his endurance one night and I couldn’t walk for three days after and he laughs maniacally at me knowing full well that I’m remembering and he shoves his cock into me over and over and I feel like I’m being split in two even though he’s been at me for what must be hours by now and FUCK he slows to an agonizing CRAWL as he just teases my hole with his head slipping it in and out of me, just the head of his cock, these slight gyrating motions of his hips as I’m going fucking BLIND with desire, with need for fucking RELEASE GOD FUCK DAMN LET ME CUM YOU BASTARD and he howls deliriously at me as I beg repeatedly, whimpering into the pillow as he ravages my body now ripping into me with his full length and ramming home, actually entering my womb with that great fucking cock and do I really want this? And FUCKING HANNA I’M CUMMING AND CUMMING AND I CAN’T STOP and it’s good fucking great and I can’t stop and I can’t go on and then he’s slowing THANK CHRIST he’s slowing and then he’s cumming into me FUCKING AGAIN and I can’t think can’t breathe can’t FUCKING MOVE, I’m gasping for air and he pulls out of me and sits back on his haunches and smacks me a good one.

“More?” he asks, gleefully.

No more I think but can’t speak.

“Silence is consent, my sweet.”

And he begins again.

THE END