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Warning: This story contains explicit non-consentual sex.
It should not be read by minors or those who find this
type of material objectionable.
Authors Apology: I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. You have
no idea how deeply sorry I am. What can I say, it seemed
like a good idea at the time.
One Bad Apple
By KDG
(kdg977@Dialnet.net)
"God," Maria thought, "I hate Easter Dinner." As the door was slamming
behind her, she kicked her shoes off into the corner. She rolled off her
hose and threw them after her shoes. By the time she had made it to the
bedroom, she was half out of her dress. She just flung it into a corner
and headed to her dresser. Her bra went sailing into a different corner.
Finally, after slipping into her favorite sweats, she felt more like
herself.
It wasn't like her family didn't know how she felt. She didn't try to
force her lifestyle on them, but did they have to make such a production
out of having a ham for dinner? On Thanksgiving she could understand the
turkey. Even Christmas was understandable, but was it too much for her to
ask that on just one holiday that they acknowledge her feelings about
eating meat? Fine, have an Easter ham, just don't force her to
practically worship the damn thing. Unfortunately, her parents just
considered her vegetarianism a "phase" that she was going through,
despite the fact that it had lasted almost ten years now.
The thing is, she really wasn't that fanatical about being a vegetarian.
While she wouldn't have owned a fur, she had a pair of leather boots
that she looked damn cute in. When she decided to become a vegetarian
on her 15th birthday it was simply a matter of having researched the
health benefits and then making a choice. Her parents, however, acted
like she had just announced she was a lesbian. She wanted to yell
at them, "I just don't eat meat anymore! Deal with it!" Unfortunately,
trying to actually understand their youngest daughter wasn't high on
their list of priorities.
After grabbing a glass of water, she settled back on the couch to
watch "The Simpsons" Thirty minutes and then she'd have to hit the
books. She knew what people thought when they first saw her. She'd
heard every blonde joke in the book. "Why yes, I am a nuclear
physicist" she wanted to tell them. O.K. fine, she was still just
a grad student, but it was the thought that counted. Of course this
was yet another bone of contention between her and her parents. When
she had first started applying to colleges, her mom had, in all
seriousness, tried to talk her into majoring in something that would be
useful to her later: like equestrian science.
Her parents couldn't understand why she wasn't married and popping out
children yet. Yep, Nuclear Science was just a "phase". The thing was,
given a boob job and a lobotomy she would have made the perfect trophy
wife. Hell, even with a normal I.Q. she'd be beating the guys off.
However, her unique brand of brains AND beauty made it almost impossible for
her to find any kind of meaningful relationship. The men who would have
enjoyed a relationship with someone of her intelligence were simply too
intimidated by her appearance. The guys who did hit on her had little
interest in stimulating conversation. Inevitably, her "relationships"
consisted of going out with a guy who pretended to be interested in what she
had to say until he had gotten what he wanted. Then it was "Sorry babe,
we just aren't connecting." Except for Pedro that is.
She didn't even want to think about what would happen if her family
found out about Pedro. She'd met Pedro as a college freshman when
she was out "slumming" with friends. The two of them had gone
at it hot and heavy for a couple of months. She was so wrapped up in
the thrill of knowing how horrified her parents would be that their
little girl was intimately involved with someone of Pedro's social
standing that it took several weeks for it to dawn on her that Pedro
was actually LISTENING to her. Then her world crumbled. While Pedro
had tried his best to hide his gang involvement from her, he couldn't
hide it from the police. He wound up serving seven years for aggravated
assault.
Maria had been perfectly willing to wait for him. He was so refreshing
a change from self-absorbed little boys who were only interested in
her body and not her mind; Pedro had wanted both. However, he was
unwilling to make her a "prison widow". As soon as he found out that
prison time was unavoidable, he cut off all communication with her.
She'd recieved the shock of a lifetime when he showed up on her doorstep
a week ago. She'd never seen him so intense. Their love-making had
been fast and furious and he hadn't stayed. He'd shown up several
more times last week, always unannounced and always only staying
for a quick bout of intense sex. She actually smiled when she thought
about how she'd put the apartment's soundproofing to the test.
But, things simply couldn't go on the way they had been. She wanted
the old caring Pedro back, but she didn't know how to reach him. Even
worse, last night she'd experienced something she'd never experienced
in her prior relationship with him: fear. Last night he had brought
friends along. She had gotten all of them drinks and they sat and
watched T.V. while Pedro took her in the bedroom. The way that they
had eyed her, she'd been afraid that they would all want a shot at her.
She still couldn't shake the chilling feeling that next time they might.
She'd simply have to tell Pedro "No" next time and hope he'd give her
a chance to reason with him. After all, no matter how much Pedro
had changed, he wouldn't actually hurt her.
Before she knew it, "The Simpsons" was over and it was time to get
to work. She hoped she would have better luck focusing on her school
work than she had on the T.V.; between Pedro and her parents she had
a lot on her mind. The next few hours flew by. When the phone rang,
she was amazed to learn that it was already 11:00. To her surprise
it was Pedro. "God Maria, I need to come over, I've got to hide."
Shit! Pedro was in trouble again. Quickly she made a decision that
she hoped she wouldn't regret. "No Pedro, ever since you've been
out of prison, you've just used me. Well, it stops here. I'm not
your property. Until you can show some actual caring, you're on your
own."
I cringed waiting for the feared explosion. "You fucking stuck-up
bitch. You rich cunts are all the same. You think you're better than
me, well I'll show you who's better. You think you can just fuck me at
your pleasure and then discard me when it gets inconvenient? You're never
getting rid of me. You are mine and you'll do what I say."
"It's not like that Pedro." She was crying by this time. "I love you.
It just can't go on like this. I want things the way they used to be."
"Yeah, well they're never going to be like that again. Get used to it
you stupid cunt." He slammed down the phone.
She hoped Pedro was going to be alright, but she'd been serious that
she wouldn't let him continue to use her the way he had been. Since
studying was pretty much going to be a waste of time in her state of
mind, she decided to just go to bed and see if things looked any better
in the morning. Realizing that she was hungry, she headed to the
refrigerator and grabbed one of the apples a friend of hers had given
her at the lab yesterday. At least she could count on one thing. She
knew Pedro would never actually hurt her.
Ed slowly awakened. Darn it was cold, he missed those sunny days while he
was growing up. Bob and Carl were still sound asleep, Winston was just
coming around, Johnny was awake as usual, and Mark was ... Oh my gosh,
Mark was missing. First Brad and now Mark, SHE must have taken him.
"Guys, wake up. GUYS! Mark's missing."
"Yeah" replied Johnny, "No shit Sherlock."
"It must have been HER, the giantess who took Brad."
"Yep, it was that same fucking slit alright." Did Johnny have to use such
foul language? He and the others tried to be polite, but Johnny seemed
like he was just plain rotten.
"We've got to do something. We can't just sit here while SHE picks us
off one by one."
"And what the fuck do you think we're going to do numbnuts, we don't
even have any fucking arms or legs."
"Ed's right, we have to do something." Winston supported Ed as much
out of hatred for Johnny as any real belief that they could do something.
Legs: that's what they needed. Ed concentrated all his energy into
that one thought. I need legs, I need legs, I need legs. He was
concentrating so hard that he almost missed Winston's shocked gasp.
"My gosh Ed, something's growing out of you." Ed refused to break
his concentration. He kept it up until he was completely exhausted.
"You did it Ed, you actually grew legs." Carl cried excitedly. It
looked like Bob was finally awake also.
He quickly filled the others in on what he had done. Then they all had to
try it out for themselves. Even Johnny had to admit that Ed had done good.
After a short rest, Ed and the others went ahead and grew arms also. It
was much easier now that they knew how to do it. Then they headed for the
door. It wouldn't open! Pushing with all their might they still couldn't
make it budge even a little.
"This is just fucking great. Got any other fucking ideas dipshit."
"I have one." That came from Winston. "If we could make ourselves larger
we might have enough strength to open the door." To everyone's surprise,
Johnny didn't raise another foul-mouthed objection. Of course, that was
nothing compared to their surprise at seeing Winston suddenly start to
swell.
"Get back everyone, I'll take care of the door." The others retreated
to the back until Winston was large enough to kick the door open.
"Careful guys, you'd better grow a bit before trying to jump down."
While the others were making their way out of the refrigerator, Winston
continued to grow until he was satisfied. His new five foot tall body
was something to be proud of. The others also went ahead and grew to
a proportion suitable for their new environment. Johnny, of course, had
to make sure he was a half foot taller than the others.
"My gosh everyone, just think what we can do now." Bob spoke with
a voice that was filled with wonder.
"This is the greatest day in the history of the vegetable kingdom.
We now have a chance to work with the animals and establish a world
that is paradise for both our kingdoms. As good-will ambassadors
we will spread the word of vegetable rights. Finally our two kingdoms
will come together in the spirit of mutual cooperation." Winston
was overawed with his vision. The others simply nodded in agreement.
"I've got a better plan guys." Johnny finally spoke up. "Let's go
teach that vegetarian bitch a lesson. She likes shoving vegetables
down her throat. I've got a vegetable to shove down her throat."
He accompanied this remark with an appropriately crude gesture.
The others were horrified. What Johnny was proposing was rape.
That was unconscionable even by Johnny's generally low standards.
"Let's go get us some pussy guys. Come on guys, free pussy!"
Johnny waved over his shoulder as he made a show of heading for the
bedroom. The others didn't follow. "Oh come on guys, how often
do you get the chance to fuck a gorgeous hole like what's lying
in the next room?" Johnny whined.
"It's wrong Johnny." Ed spoke for all of them.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You can't seriously buy into
all that 'peace with the animals' crap Winston was spewing. One
look at you and that bitch in there would practically cum at the
thought of sinking her teeth into you. Let's face it, we're nothing
but walking dessert to them."
"Then we'll have to teach them differently. No one said it would
be easy. If we give up now, we'll be letting all vegetables down."
This time it was Carl who spoke up.
"I see. So I'm the only one who cared about Brad and Mark. That
fucking cunt murdered our friends in cold blood and the rest of you
couldn't care less. Brad and Mark grew up with us. They were our
brothers AND THAT CUNT MURDERED THEM." Johnny was almost hysterical
now. "She's got to pay. It's the only way we can honor the memory of
our fallen comrades."
After Johnny's little performance, Ed and Carl were both stunned. Bob
looked like he was about to say something, but it was Winston who
stood up to Johnny. "WE DO NOT COMMIT RAPE." Winston said it slowly
and emphasized every word.
Johnny just sneered and walked up to Winston. Suddenly he had a
paring knife in his hand. One quick swipe of Winston's arm cut
a slice of his skin off, baring the white flesh underneath. Winston
stumbled back in sudden pain. Invoking the memory of Mark and Brad
had half convinced the others to go along with Johnny, his paring
knife did the other half of the convincing. Seeing the tide of opinion
going against him, Winston just meekly said, "O.K. Johnny, you're the
boss."
"I am one baaaaad apple" Johnny exclaimed. He made sure the others
got a good look at his paring knife as he put it away. "Now let's go
turn that slut into a real vegetable lover."
Maria shot out of bed when the light switch was suddenly flung on.
She felt herself grabbed and thrown back down. There had to be at
least four sets of hands holding her. "My God, Pedro brought his
friends with him." The thought horrified her. Pedro alone she could
have reasoned with. Then she finally got a good look at what really
held her.
Four life-size apples had a hold of each of her arms and legs. Despite
herself she let out a blood-curdling scream until the apple on her left arm
covered her mouth. When it looked like she had calmed down a little
he removed his hand. Now that she was over her initial panic, she
started to try and think her way out of this situation. By this time,
the fifth apple, who had turned on the lights, walked over to the bed.
He grabbed the sheet which had fallen back over her and ripped it away.
"Damn bitch, you sleep in the nude. I was looking forward to stripping
you."
"Please let me go, I promise I won't try to get away." Maria was
surprised, she actually felt their grip loosen. Not that it did
any good. If there had been one or even two of them, Maria could
have kicked their asses. However, no amount of self-defense training
in the gym could have helped her get away from all five of them.
Her best chance was to try to reason with them.
"Look, this has to be a misunderstanding. We can talk this out."
She gave them her most dazzling smile, paying particular attention
to the four holding her down. "Tell me what you want and I'll see
what I can do." Again she felt the grip on her loosening slightly.
"Let's see now, what do we want. Hmmm." The obvious leader climbed
on the bed and straddled her as he was speaking. His enormous phallus
was only inches from her face. "That's a tough one. I know." He
leered down at her with an evil grin. "We want to know how it felt
to sink your teeth into our friend Mark and rip the flesh out of
him."
Maria was stunned. Before she could even think of any way of replying.
The leader spoke again. "Cat got your tongue, huh? Well if you're
not going to use your mouth, I guess I will." Before Maria could
register what was happening. He'd grabbed her head and rammed his
apple-cock down her throat. Maria almost choked on the huge penis.
He didn't even try to make her suck it. He just used her mouth
like a vagina. He rammed it in and out, harder and harder.
The sudden assault left Maria unable to think. It was all she could
do to try and breathe. After an eternity, he pulled almost out of her
mouth and then started spewing rancid apple sauce. The taste and smell
almost made her gag. "So, how do you like them apples, bitch." he sneered
at her as she tried to spit out as much of the foul stuff as she could.
Even still she couldn't avoid swallowing some of his apple seed.
Fortunately the leader gave her a chance to get her wits back together
before continuing the rape. "God, I'm sorry, please don't
hurt me anymore, I'm so sorry. I didn't know they were friends
of yours. Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you." Given
what she'd just been through, tears weren't hard to summon. She hoped
that with the leader temporarily satisfied she could reach the others. They
didn't seem to want to hurt her.
"I'd say she's learned her lesson Johnny, why don't we let her go now."
It was the apple on her left arm.
"Fuck no Bob, we're just getting started. We can't pass up a chance
to get some of that sweet little pussy of hers."
"Tell you what, I'll swear to never eat another fruit or vegetable
as long as I lived." Maria was desperate now. Fucking her mouth
might only be the start. "I'll even throw out everything in my
refrigerator." Oops! The hands started to hold her tighter again.
"No, I meant I'll let you take them with you and liberate them.
That's right I'll liberate everyone in my refrigerator." This time
she had them.
"Well, it sounds good to me..." the appple on her right leg started
to say, but Johnny interupted.
"O.K. guys, what do you say, should we let her go?" The other
four apples nodded in agreement. "You know what I say. This is
just another example of this arrogant human slit trying to stick
it to us vegetables. We'll take our friends from her refrigerator.
She isn't GIVING us anything. Now Carl, it's your turn to stick it
to her." Johnny walked over and grabbed her right leg, pushing the
apple already there away.
Carl just stood there frozen. He looked like it never occurred
to him that he might have to do anything beyond holding her for
Johnny. She looked at the other apples. They looked relieved
that Johnny hadn't singled them out.
Johnny's patience wasn't endless though. "What's the matter, get the
fuck on top of her."
"But Johnny, I can't."
"What? You some kind of fag or something. You want maybe I should
hold you down and shove my cock up your ass?"
"Gosh no Johnny!"
"What I'm not good enough for you, huh? You fuck her or I fuck you,
your choice."
With a resigned look, Carl started to climb on top of Maria. Now
she was in full panic mode. "No Carl, please don't do this to me,
please, I know you don't want to do this, please, please, AAAAAAGH!"
Maria screamed at the top of her lungs as Carl suddenly thrust his
hips forward and forced his over-sized cock all the way inside of
her.
Even with lubrication she wasn't sure she could have taken it
comfortably. As it was, it was sheer agony. This time they didn't
try to stop her screaming. They had their hands full trying to hold
her down as she stuggled with all her might. The pain was so
overwhelmingly intense it blocked out any other thought. She barely
registered Johnny saying "Don't come inside her Carl." Then it was over
and she slumped back. She barely mustered a reaction when Carl squirted
his apple sauce over her tits.
"Oh my fucking god guys, that was the most incredible experience.
You have got to give this fucking slut a ride." Carl's attitude
had seemed to change completely. Maria barley noticed. Her
spirit had been completely drained.
Apparently the next apple on her was named Winston. She gave out
a perfuntory scream at the start, but she simply didn't have the
energy to keep it up. Unable to deal with the situation, her
mind just shut down. Even after they finally left, she didn't
have the strength to roll out of the pool of apple sauce they
left her lying in.
"God fucking damnit, Johnny, you are the man." Ed was completely
psyched. " That cunt was one hell of a lay."
"So what do you guys want to go do now." Johnny asked, already
knowing the answer.
"Let's go find another vegetarian hole and teach her the true meaning
of eating her vegetables," was Winston's immediate reply.
Go ahead and hate your brocolli;
Go ahead and eat a pig.
Do it in the name of veggies.
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any cattle mooing
Come the barbecue day.
On the bloody morning after,
One bad apple rolls way.
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