Susan felt Marge moving closer yet to her face. She was now straddling her head with her thighs, and pushing herself towards Susan’s mouth. Susan was told to put up a fight, and not to kiss or return Marge’s attention. She looked at the women and awaited the squabble that was surely to ensue. Marge was furious over the fact that Susan would not return her affection, so much so that she sat on her chest and held her arms at her side.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, all I do is give, and you offer nothing in return,” Marge said as she took hold of Susan.

Susan was allowed to be Susan now, and she immediately took advantage of the situation and began to fight to free herself. She remembered Jack being killed by this woman, she remembered all the blood, and that his body was still lying on the ground. She had to escape this madness. Time was running out for her, she was sure of it.

Marge slid further up Susan’s body and tightened her knees around her head. Susan had begun bucking and used her legs to further aid in throwing that woman off of her. Marge leaned in with all of her weight and gathered Susan’s hands, placing them above her head. She then held them in place as she used her free hand to slap Susan. Marge slapped her no less than thirteen times alternating between the front and back of her hand, Susan counted each and every one, they all hurt equally.

Just as Susan began making progress, just when hope showed her a way out, it was taken from her. White lights and the accompanying pain took over, forcing her to close her eyes so hard that they hurt. There was nothing to distract her from the pain, not now, and she experienced the all too familiar discomfort in her neck, her shoulders, and her back. Marge had taken to pulling her hair and shaking her head, all while yelling insults that Susan really could not hear. Susan knew the drill, soon she would be unable to move, again, and the pain would be pushed out of her head with images of this or that. Then she would find herself in another sexual situation, all coming short of her, well, coming. It was almost enough to make her laugh, if she was allowed to.

“No, what I have in store for you is not the usual, I’m afraid this is much worse. I’ve found a way for Jack to come and visit you, and this time you will experience all of him,” the voice said in a sadistic tone, and just like that her pain was gone.

Marge was told to stop slapping her, but to keep the pressure on her head.

“Stay on the head,” the voice said to her.

Marge kept hold of Susan’s hands and from time to time shook her, but she no longer caused her any physical harm. Susan opened her eyes and looked Marge in the face. She dare not anger her further, not at least until she’s regained a bit of her strength. Susan tried to look away and just as she thought, she wasn’t allowed to move or speak. In fact, the only thing she could do was blink her eyes. When told to, she raised her head up and slightly to the left so she could see the floor. Looking down at Jack’s body she was reminded that this evil thing on her had killed him. She was probably next and she didn’t want to be next. Susan still did not understand why at times she could not control herself nor why at that time she never cared.

Marge smiled as she bounced on Susan’s chest a few times and then let go of her hands. She pushed herself backwards and was not sitting on her stomach when she turned her attention to Susan’s breasts. Susan still could not move, but she continued to watch Jack’s body because she was told to. Marge bounced a few times more and although all the air did not leave her lungs, she did feel pain. Susan also had trouble breathing in as much oxygen as she wanted to, her lungs would never fill up all the way. It was as if she was held by a large snake that was squeezing her harder and harder.

Susan stared on as Jack’s body began to move. She was not allowed to express emotion, she didn’t allow it. Susan knew what she was feeling when a pain in her gut hit her so hard that she screamed only inside. Susan could not express her feelings of horror as Jack’s body rose and smiled at her. He had a solemn look on his face and never looked away from her eyes. Susan was