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Slowly creeping down the stone hallway. I am once again on a mighty quest to obtain the last piece of pie. As I encroach upon the kitchen doorway. A sudden noise causes me to freeze. Holding my breath, I focus upon my ears to pick up any vibrations. After a long moment of silence, satisfied with hearing nothing but silence I continue. 

As I enter the kitchen, I'm met with a cold breeze. It seems someone has left the pantry window open. Close to my goal, I ignore the side-quest and reach out to the pantry. Suddenly a hands grab me from behind. One holding my mouth, restricting my speech. The other, my crotch? Wait, wait wait what?

The hold on my mouth tightens, I'm unable to speak nor turn to see who my attacker is. The other hand caresses my cock from above the fabric. My little brother betrays me and instantly hardens. I blame this body's hormones... Two heavenly soft sensations plumps itself on my back. I find myself pushed forward against the stone wall, the sudden movement surprises me as my upper body is forcefully peering out the window. I immediately realize my hands are still free. Fuck, blood cells go to my upper brain not the one down below! Before I could struggle, I found myself paralyzed. Which was actually crazy. Checking with my senses I couldn't feel any rope or tools binding my limps. I simply was unable to move.

The person continued to attack my penis. Albeit now skin to skin. One hand supported my balls gently whilst the other hand held my cock, its' thumb spun on my head stroking it, teasing it greatly. Shivers shot through my legs before she started to aggressively stroke my shaft. I tried to focus, feeling the softness of her hands, my precum acting as lubricant for her- No, I tried again and managed to get my priorities correct. I focused on myself.

[Asai: Lvl 7 (paralyzed: temporary)] 

Good news is that this stun lock is temporary. I started thinking up scenarios. Is this a fight or flight situation? Am I being attacked by a succubus? Whilst these thoughts ran wild my rapist continued to stroke my cock. She alternated between attacking the shaft before another hand wet with saliva grabbed the head. She spun her wrist in a circular rotation that made endorphins surge my brain. Even if she didn't speak a word I could clearly hear her intent.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Every stroke, every pull on my cock. sent waves and waves of pleasure into my mind. This twister like hand job was too much! As she continued to massage and support my balls I climaxed.

Suddenly my family jewels were met with a cold breeze. Still damp with saliva, my cock hang limp. Heck, I was still paralyzed and my rapist seemingly left me there to dry...

If I could cry, I would.

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After what seemed like 30 minutes, my bodily functions came back to me. I immediately turned around and scouted the room only to find myself truly alone. I quickly cleaned myself up before leaving. Screw the pie, I doubt those goons are still awake.

Before leaving, I noticed a certain scent. It somewhat reminded me of rice...

...

When I woke up in the morning, I resumed my daily duties. 

"GLOMP!" right on time. Sister Mary is here. I take in a deep sniff, not that I'm a perfect mind you. I'm a man of great culture, this is purely for scientific reasons! However, I notice that Mary still smells like flowers. Not even a hint of rice. This only plunges me into confusion as my face is once again pulled into her mighty bosom.