Chapter 3: Shower Head 3

Shower Head 3:

Revenge of the Shower Head

 

By Ivaran Kealar

 

Chapter One

 

Lena Goodwin, 18 years old, was in her small flat. She was the little sister of Anna Lena.

Lena was about five feet, six inches tall. Her hair was black with red stripes. She had eyes like a pussy cat. She rocked a 32 DD cup. She wore a lot of black dresses and eyeliner.

“For the last time,” hissed Lena, “stop talking to me about my goddamn sister!”

She was on the phone to some paranormal investigators.

“No! I don’t believe it was fucking possessed! She probably masturbated with it, and fucking killed herself!” She hung up and blocked their number.

Lena went to her tiny bedroom and lay down on her small bed. Her room was filled with anything horror-related: movie posters, dolls, weird art and more. She had a small TV, a tiny desk and a laptop. Her bedroom was like her sanctuary.

Lena lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. She blew out some smoke.

After putting the cigarette out, she started doing some work: She set up her laptop and began proofreading her essay. She was writing about famous American poets.

However, Facebook kept distracting her. Many people were tagging her, and even messaging her. However, the only one worth reading was Leslie Landry’s messages.

“Greg has a party on Saturday,” said Landry. “Do you fancy coming, too?”

Greg Stiles was the only guy Lena didn’t think was a dick-bag.

“I’ll be there,” replied Lena. She added a winking face in the conversation box.

After finishing her essay, and saving a copy to her flash drive, she shut her computer down. She changed into her black see-through nightie, turned her light out, and she crawled under the covers. She closed her eyes and went to asleep.

In her nightmare, Lena dreamt the same thing: She was nude in her bathroom, taking a shower, when suddenly the water would stop. The shower head wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her side, and it would look at her as it made some hissing noises.

Lena woke up in alarm. She was panting and trying to catch her breath. She made sure she wasn’t tied up. She looked all around her room, to make sure she was well and truly alone.

“Fuck,” she whispered, calming down, “it was just a dream!”

Reluctantly, she forced herself to go back to sleep.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

The next day, Lena was at college. She was wearing a long black dress and a pair of skull boots. She had her black handbag with her. She handed in her assignment, which got her a Merit. After her lesson, she headed for the student café.

Landry, Lena’s friend, 22 years old, was in the student café. She her silky blonde hair was tied into a ponytail. Her topaz eyes were hidden by heart-shaped glasses. She wore a white sweater, with a short white skirt and a pair of white boots. She was doing a photography course, which was advised by her parents. She was also drinking some lemonade.

Lena asked, “Still wishing it was the seventies?”

Landry looked and saw Lena standing there. “Are you planning on standing there all day, or do you want to sit down,” she asked, with a cheeky grin.

Lena just smiled back. She accepted the invitation and sat down.

“Does this mean you’re done for the day?” Lena asked.

“Hell yes,” laughed Landry, “how about you, chicken?”

“No, unfortunately, I have two more to go.”

“Isn’t college life great?”

“Yeah, it so is, chicken.”

Lena pulled a bottle of orange juice out of her bag. She took a short pull from it.

“Bad news, by the way,” Landry sighed. She held her phone to Lena.

Lena read the text, and it said, “The party is off!”

“What? The party’s been cancelled?” Lena cried. “What the actual fuck?”

“Greg’s parents caught wind of the news, and cancelled their trip.”

“Bloody hell,” muttered Lena. She sipped some more of her juice.

“Are you still having nightmares, chicken?”

Lena nodded yes.

“Not about Freddy, I hope?”

Lena laughed, “No!”

“No raping trees or evil snowmen?”

Lena shook her head, smiling a little.

“It’s your sister, isn’t it?”

Lena’s smile faded. “Yeah, but, this nightmare was different.”

Landry arched her brow and whispered, “Different how?”

“Well, it started off the same: I’m showering, but the water stops, and the shower head binds me with its neck. It hisses at me and says I’m next.”

Landry whispered, “Have you told anyone else?”

“Nope, if I did say they’d probably write more perverted fan fiction.”

“Yeah, like the one where the shower head turns into a huge dick?”

“Or the one where it enters me, and controls me and shit,” she said. “Boy, some people are just fucked in the head.” She stood up and stretched her arms.

Landry asked, “Is it really time already?”

“Yeah, I’ll have to catch you later,” Lena said, while she was leaving.

Landry waved. “Goodbye! Don’t be a stranger!”

 

 

Chapter Three

 

After a hard day of college, Lena soon returned home. Her flat was mainly funded by her folks, but she managed to earn some money by doing odd jobs. Yet, she pinched her pennies by eating cheap noodles from supermarkets and buying cheap drinks.

That night, as if under a spell, Lena decided to take a shower. And yet, as she washed her tits and arse, she felt something was off: It was like something was watching her. It was impossible, considering her window faced a brick wall. She looked at the shower head. She touched it a few times, just to make sure it was behaving. She grinned and laughed a bit.

She dried herself off and got changed into her nightie.

After a quick check of her emails, Lena called it a night. She turned off her PC and her bedroom light. She crawled under her sheets and fell asleep. She heard the sound of water running. She didn’t know why, but it had a pacifying effect. She fell into a deep, deep sleep. It was almost like swimming in a black abyss.

The next morning, Lena had a smile on her face.

She opened her eyes very slowly.

The shower head was looking down on her.

She screamed, “Ah, what the fuck?”

She realised she was naked and lying in the tub. She covered her breasts and crotch, instinctively, as if being watched. Then, reality struck her: why the hell was she hiding her shame? The shower head wasn’t exactly alive. She giggled. She stood up, slowly.

“Well, since I’m in here,” she mumbled.

Lena had a long, steamy shower.

When she finished, she dried herself off, and she noticed something weird.

On the floor was her purple nightie, her panties and bra: It looked as though someone had violently disrobed her, and left her clothes in tatters.

Carefully, she made her way out of the bathroom.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

When Lena got to her room, she put on a purple bra, a pair of black panties and a black dress. She also slipped on her knee-high striped socks. She was on her laptop, surfing the net for sleep disorders. Unfortunately, she found nothing useful.

Suddenly, she received a text from Landry.

Landry asked, “Hey, mind if I come over?”

Lena text back, “Sorry, it’s not a good time.”

“No worries, chicken,” replied Landry.

Lena exhaled hard and long.

Since she had no classes today, Lena decided to go shopping.

Once outside, she recognised the Paranormal Phenomena Cult: They were a group of three girls and three guys. They were utterly obsessed with the shower head craze. They wore green shirts, with a picture of the shower head.

“There she is,” a blonde girl shouted.

“Oh, shit,” Lena groaned. She ran for it. She knew this city like the back of her hand. She ducked down the nearest alleyway, which was sort of like a labyrinth.

She soon lost them, and found herself in a park. Thankfully, it was deserted. So, she sat on a swing to collect her thoughts. Her phone vibrated in her jacket pocket. She checked it, and it was a text from Landry – asking if she was okay.

So, Lena sent a reply back, “Fancy coming over tonight?”

Landry replied with a smiley face.

 

 

Chapter Five

 

It was night: Landry was hanging out with Lena, in her bedroom.

Landry was clad in a blue Hawaiian shirt, a pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip flops.

They were laying on Lena’s bed and binge-watching some horror films.

“So,” began Landry, “what’s wrong, chicken?”

“I’ve been having more nightmares,” mumbled Lena.

“Let me guess: About that creepy shower head?”

Lena hummed and nodded her head.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah,” began Lena, “they’ve gotten weirder. Last night, I was dead asleep. It felt like I was under a spell, or something. This morning, I woke up in the bathroom and was lying in the bathtub. And I don’t remember how or why I was there.”

“Well, sleepwalking doesn’t sound too weird, I guess.”

“I was naked, and it looked like the shower head was watching me.”

Landry looked at her funny. “Wow,” she laughed, nervously, “that is weird!”

“So, what do you reckon my problem is?”

“Maybe you haven’t come to terms with your sister’s death?”

Lena knitted her brow. “How in the hell am I supposed to do that?”

Landry shrugged. “Visit her grave or something. You two fought and never made up. Apologise to her and forgive her. It’ll clear your conscience.”

Lena beamed, “Who needs a therapist when I have you in my life?”

Their movie finished and they swapped it for another cheesy film.

“By the way,” began Lena, “do you have any weird relatives?”

Landry sighed, “I have this cousin who reckons she got abducted by aliens.”

“So? Lots of people reckon they’ve been abducted by aliens.”

“She claims a living ship with tentacles fucked her repeatedly.”

“Oh, shit, she’s your cousin? I’ve seen weird fan art about her!”

“That’s why I’m empathetic about your situation.”

The girls soon finished their movie marathon.

Landry kissed Lena, before going home.

Lena decided to shower before going to bed.

 

 

Chapter Six

 

Lena had turned on the shower head, making sure the water was soothingly warm. She locked her bathroom door. She undid her bathrobe and hung it on the door’s hook. She was completely naked. She carefully climbed into the tub, and closed the shower curtains.

Firstly, she got her body nice and wet, and then her hair. She squirted the bottle of apple-scented shampoo on her head. Slowly, she washed her hair and rinsed the shampoo out.  She grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it on every inch of her body. She put the bar of soap back. She washed off the soap by using her washcloth.

As she washed herself, she was watching the shower head.

Her smile faded. ‘Why did one of you drive Anna nuts?’

The shower head turned itself off. 

Lena blinked and knitted her brow.

The shower head moved and stared at Lena.

Lena’s eyes squinted. “What the fuck?”

Suddenly, the hole in the middle glowed red.

Lena's eyes widened. She stepped back a bit.

Red rays shot from the shower head’s red eye.

Lena felt the rays enter her eyes. Her head became fuzzy.

The shower head’s eye continued to glow bright red.

Lena’s arms dropped to her sides. She dropped the washcloth. She looked half-asleep. She briefly bent down, stroked her feet, up her legs, across her stomach and her breasts.

Lena turned around, slowly, and stroked her own arse. She turned around again. She softly squeezed her breasts. She moaned, softly, as she licked her lips.

Her right arm reached for the shower head as if she was a marionette. She caressed its bulky head with her fingers and thumb. Her index finger stroked the red eye. Her right hand moved downwards, to the shower head hose-like-neck: her fingers and thumb wrapped around it, gently, as if she was holding a man’s cock.

Her left arm rose upwards: Her left hand firmly grasped the area of the neck above her right hand. She moved both hands up and down – rhythmically and slowly – as if she was giving it a hand job. She walked closer towards it.

She stuck out her thick tongue: she used it to explore every inch of the bulky shower head. She moaned and whined softly. Her mouth opened wide: She shoved the shower head in her mouth. Lena closed her eyes. She sucked the shower head, as if it were a huge lollipop. She bobbed her head up and down. Her hands mimicked the same speed.

The shower head soon got warm and it shuddered wildly.

Lena purred as she sucked the shower head harder and faster – even licking the red eye. She thought she was licking the red tip of a guy’s cock. She badly wanted it to come.

The shower head ejaculated a lot of sticky cum down Lena’s throat.

Lena’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hands kept moving up and down. She sucked and sucked, and licked, too. She groaned hungrily. She swallowed the shower head’s cum greedily. She even licked its red eye, to encourage it to keep shooting its load.

Lena slowed down the wanking speed. Her mouth slowed down the sucking. Her tongue slowed down the licking. She swallowed the last of sperm. She took the head out of her mouth. Some of the shower head cum was on her lips. She licked it off, shovelling it in her mouth, and swallowing it down. She released the shower head and stepped a few steps back.

The shower head turned back on: its warm, yet soothing water drenched Lena’s body.

Lena stood there, looking like a zombie. Wild ideas flooded her head. She stroked her melons with her fingertips, and even toyed with her turgid nipples. Her fingers spread out more: she squeezed her tits, roughly. She whined and even licked her lips.

The shower head looked at the bar of soap.

Lena stopped abusing her breasts. She grabbed the soap, and looked at the shower head.

The shower head looked and nodded at her.

Lena grinned, seductively. She used the soap to rub it all over her tits. Her tits were covered in a white and creamy substance. She put the soap back. She closed her eyes again.

Lena decided to concentrate at one breast at a time. Her left hand started near her left nipple: her finger slid downwards, smoothing her breast. She stroked the circumference of the breast; beginning at her nipple, and massaging towards the outer body. She gently and firmly massaged her breast, like she was moulding clay. Her nostrils flared and she panted.

Lena slowly used massaging movements: she alternated between twisting her left breast in a clockwise and anticlockwise motion. Next, using both hands, she cupped the sides of her breast near her nipple. She pressed down firmly and gently massaged. She repeated these steps on her right breast. Her pussy felt so wet.

Afterwards, she sucked the first two fingers of her left hand. She did the same with her right hand. Slowly, she alternated between rubbing her nipples in a clockwise and anticlockwise motion. She moaned and groaned. She abused her nipples: pinching them roughly, squeezing them, and massaging them at a snail's pace.

The shower head nodded up and down, as if it approved and ejaculated a little.

Lena’s left hand continued abusing her left nipple. Her right hand moved downwards; heading for her wet pussy. She opened her eyes again.

She moaned, “You want me to finger myself?”

The shower head briefly looked at the shampoo bottle.

Lena smiled and licked her lips again. She grabbed her bottle of shampoo, with her right hand, and squirted the contents all over her wet pussy. She put the shampoo bottle back. With her right hand, she stroked diagonally across her clitoris. She closed her eyes once again.

“Oh fuck,” she whined sensitively.

The shower head nodded its head quickly and ejaculated harder.

Oblivious, Lena rubbed her clitoris in slow circles. She let out an indescribable soft whine from her mouth. She even rubbed her inner labia.

Tears of elation were now streaming down Lena’s face. The first two fingers of her right hand entered her pussy. She moved them to and fro, fingering herself.

Her legs buckled a little and she lay down on the tub floor.

After the shower head came again, it looked at something: it saw an object, which looked long and thick, like a huge dildo. It was Lena’s surprisingly, phallic and pink loofah.

Lena stopped fingering herself. She managed to sit up, to grab the loofah with her right hand. She lay back down again. Her head rested on the bottom of the tub. She rubbed the tip of the loofah on her clitoris and labia. She watched the shower head when she did this.

She breathed, “Do you want me to stick this in me, baby?”

The shower head shot more rays into her eyes.

Lena blinked hard. She felt something strong penetrate her mind. She experienced several orgasms, rolled into one. She now shoved the loofah into her pussy, roughly. She shoved as much as her pussy would allow. She moved it to and fro, quickly, hitting her swollen G-spot. Her eyes were shut tight. Her mouth alternated between forming an O and a wild smile.

Lena moaned. Her legs shuddered wildly. Her G-spot abuse was causing her to experience yet another orgasm. She moved the loofah to and fro, faster and faster.

The shower head nodded like crazy. It broke off its stand, hovering above Lena. It ejaculated its sticky cum all over her big tits.

More song-like moans escaped Lena’s parted lips. Her body convulsed intensely. Her left hand abused her left nipple more roughly.

Lena whimpered. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head again. A parade of joyous tears rolled down her face. Her arse smacked hard against the tub, as her hips bucked repeatedly. Her right hand released the loofah. Her left hand fell onto her stomach.

Lena squirted her orgasmic juices hard out of her abused pussy. Her hips bucked and quivered. Her petite body convulsed. Her eyelids felt so heavy. It felt like she was being consumed by darkness. Her arms went limp at her sides.

The shower head clipped back on its stand.

He watched her as she slept...

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

Lena jolted awake. She suffered from a bizarre spasm. It was as if an unwanted orgasm quickly flushed through her body. She winced a little. She felt a weird, salty taste inside her mouth. She had sucked enough cock to know what semen tastes like.

Her eyes opened bit-by-bit. She saw the shower head, looking down on her. She soon realised she was lying naked in the tub, again. And yet, this time, her body was sticky with dried semen. Plus, there was an aching sensation in her pussy.

She grabbed the handles, to pull herself into a sitting position. Very slowly, she pulled the foreign object out of her pussy. She saw it was her loofah: completely covered in her cum.

“What the hell am I even doing in here,” she groaned, groggily. “Why the fuck is this in my pussy? I don’t remember fucking myself with this.”

Lena looked up at the shower head.

The shower head’s eye glowed red again.

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Lena involuntarily lay back down. Her eyes shut tightly. She somehow received a tiny orgasm. Her mouth opened wide, releasing a deep moan.

Slowly she opened her eyes again. Her head swam, as if she was dizzy. The room spun around. She couldn’t remember anything from last night. She had no idea why her body was covered in dried cum. She had somehow forgotten what the shower head had just done.

Lena grabbed a hold of the bathtub handles again to sit up straight.

Gradually, she managed to stand, but had to lean against the wall.

It’d felt as if something had stolen her energy.

She tossed the cum-covered loofah out of the tub.

She looked at the shower head – it stared back, but looking normal this time.

Lena yawned, “Well, I may as well take a shower...”

She turned on the soothing warm water, and had a good soaking. She washed her breasts first and then focused on her head. She watched the shower head as she showered. She didn’t know why, but, she was getting mental pictures of it, thrusting hard and deep into her pussy. She chewed on her lower lip, whining tenderly. Somehow, she resisted abusing it.

After her wash had finished, Lena threw the loofah in the bin. She dried herself off and put on a black bathrobe. She used her minty mouthwash – to get rid of the taste of cum.

After breakfast, she returned to her room to put on a black bra, a pair of black panties and a black shirt. She had her laptop out and she was surfing the net. She looked for various sleep disorders. There were mentions of sleepwalking in unusual places. Unconsciously, she researched hypnosis symptoms, too. She saw the usual signs: memory lapses, looking half-asleep and the power of suggestion. She shook this idea out of her head.

She shut down her laptop. She put on a pair of black tights and a short black skirt. After putting her jacket on, and her black boots, she took her phone with her and left the flat.

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

After a bus trip, Lena arrived at Sunrise Cemetery. The last time she came here was for Anna’s funeral. She walked past the trees, and down the winding path.

Soon, Lena came across her sister’s tombstone. She knelt down.

“Hey, Anna,” she began, “it’s me, your baby sister, Lena. Look, I’m sorry I don’t visit often. I've been busy with college stuff. I’m sorry we never made up. I hope you’re finally at peace. I wish people would stop obsessing over your death. I’ll see you later.”

Lena got up and wiped her tears away. A cold wind surrounded her.

“It wasn’t suicide,” a voice whispered. “The shower head wants revenge...”

“... What?” Lena cried. “Who’s there?”

She looked all around, but the cemetery was deserted.

Lena picked up the pace, as she made her way out of the cemetery.

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

Lena had a couple of classes in the afternoon. She wound up having her stories – the ones about lucid dreams – being read in front of the class. The lecturer and the students gave her a big round of applause. The praise even made her smile a little. After college, she worked a few hours at the Art Carte Supermarket. After her shift was over, she headed home.

Once home, Lena was lying on her bed, on the phone to Landry. She told about the blackout last night. And somehow, she woke up in the tub.

“Yeah, and what’s weird was that I was naked again,” she explained. “Only this time, my loofah was, um, in my private region, and I felt exhausted.”

“Weird,” said Landry, “and you don’t remember doing it?”

“No. I think it’s something to do with sexual frustration and sleep-deprivation.”

“Oh, by the way, did you finally visit your sister’s grave?”

“Yeah, apologised, and it actually felt good.”

“Hmm, you sound off or something – what’s wrong?”

“After I paid my respects, I heard this weird voice talking to me.”

“What voice was it?”

“It sounded like Anna... She warned me about a shower head wanting revenge.”

“Why does it want revenge?”

“No idea, it might’ve been my imagination.”

“Well, to be on the safe side, you could always talk to that Tania girl.”

“Yeah, I could,” Lena sighed. “I’ll message her before going to bed tonight.”

“Good, and hey, you deserve some sleep,” replied Landry. “Anyway, I gotta go now. That Jon guy I told you about has arrived. I'll talk more tomorrow. Bye!”

“Goodbye!” Lena replied, cheerfully. She then hung up.

That night, before going to bed, Lena finally messaged Tania. (She had gotten her email address from when she and her friends kept trying to chat with her in a bookstore.)

 

“Dear Tania,

 

Hey, I thought about what you and friends have been saying. This may sound weird, but I’ve recently experienced some weird shit. I’ve woken up twice, naked in my bathtub, and it looked like my shower head has been watching me. Also, when I went to visit my sister’s grave, I could’ve sworn I heard her ghost say the shower head wants revenge. If possible, I’d like to meet up at the Sunny Side Café tomorrow.

 

• Lena Goodwin.”

 

Lena sent the email and shut down her laptop. She turned her light off and crawled underneath her covers. Hopefully, this Tania girl would have some answers for her.

Lena got a good night's sleep. She woke up in her bed, fully clothed. She was refreshed and ready to tackle on the day. She made her bed and headed downstairs.

After having a tasty breakfast, she returned to her room and checked her emails. 

She had gotten an immediate reply from Tania:

 

“Dear Lena,

 

Hi! I’m glad you finally messaged me back! Sure, I can meet up with you, and my friends will be coming, too. Your shower head situation sounds serious. Be sure to meet up with us at one o’clock in the morning, though, as that’s the only time we can make it. Plus, we can introduce you to the support group for women with similar experiences.

 

See you there! XXX

 

• Tania Sharp.”

 

Lena got up and then headed for her bathroom.

 

 

Chapter Ten

 

Lena was lying in the tub, filled with some soothing warm water and strawberry-scented bubble bath. She rubbed the bar of soap on her arms and her breasts. She took her time washing her feet and slender legs. Next, she soaked her hair in the water and shampooed it.

After five or so minutes, Lena returned the bar of soap. She carefully lay down.

She held onto the bathtub’s handles. She rested her head on the inflatable bath pillow.

Lena then looked up at the shower head. She smiled, while embracing the soothing water.

Suddenly, the big hole in the shower head’s face glowed red.

Lena knitted her brow, trying to understand. “What the fuck?”

Lena was soon blinded by a bright red light. She then blacked out.

Lena groaned softly. Her head was swimming around and around.

Her eyes soon focused: She realised she was lying on the bottom of the bathtub. The water had been completely drained. Yet, that wasn’t the scariest part. She couldn't get up at all. It felt as though tiny wires had tied her hands, fingers and thumbs to the bathtub handles.

Next, she felt wires fasten tightly on her ankles.

The wires pulled her legs wide open, exposing her pussy.

“Help me! Somebody! Please, help me,” she shrieked.

She fought back against the bonds, but it was useless.

A legion of tendrils coiled around Lena’s shuddering legs and thighs. They fastened tightly, squeezing them, and pinned them to the inner walls. Another army of tendrils wrapped around her arms, pinning them against the inner walls of the tub.

Lena stared in horror. She pulled and pulled, but it was fruitless. She was rendered completely helpless. Then, she saw something that made her scream, loudly.

Lena felt dizzy – as if the bathroom had spun around. She couldn’t stop crying. There was a slight pain in her chest. She was frustrated and needed to escape. Lena couldn’t stop shaking. Her heart raced like a wild rabbit. Lena’s throat felt like it was closing. She found it difficult to breathe. She started sweating profusely. Her legs felt weak. She felt closed in. Lena thought the bathtub was going to kill her. She thought no one would be able to save her.

The shower head had come off its stand, on its own: It slithered down into the bathtub, like a snake. And somehow, its hose-like-neck looked as though it was growing longer and longer; extending its reach to its victim. It moved past Lena’s bound legs. It briefly rubbed against her pussy lips, which caused her to whimper, then across her stomach. It rose upwards in the air, moving closer and closer, until it was face-to-face with Lena.

Lena stared back at the shower head, wide-eyed.

Suddenly, her head was forced backwards; hitting the tub floor.

Tendrils had wrapped around her neck and forced her head back – they firmly choked her.

Two thick tendrils shoved into her nostrils; they were like wine corks.

Lena looked alarmed. She opened her mouth, gasping for air. Unfortunately, numerous tendrils entered her mouth and forced it wide open.

The shower head violently entered her mouth.

Lena’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

The two chunky tendrils left her nostrils.

The shower head moved backwards and forwards – taking its time.

Lena bit it hard, but it had no effect. She pulled against the bonds, wanting to yank it out of her mouth with her hands. She even tried pushing it with her thick tongue.

The shower head, however, mistook this for affection. It twisted about and focused on rubbing against her tongue. It picked up the pace a little, as it moved back and forth.

Lena’s muffled protests fell on deaf ears. She shut her eyes tight and cried. She felt violated. The girth of the shower head was too much for her mouth. And yet, it had somehow felt familiar to her. The shower head in her mouth gave her déjà vu; as if she’d done it before. She didn’t know why, but she responded and sucked on it like a tasty lollipop.

The shower head now moved faster and faster within her mouth.

Lena moaned softly. She licked and licked, sucking with gusto.

The shower head felt a warm sensation rising in its snakelike neck.

As if by instinct, Lena licked the main hole. In the back of her mind, she remembered whenever she sucked off a guy, to make him come quicker, she licked the bulbous tip.

The shower head vibrated quite wildly inside her mouth. The sensation within its hose grew more intense. It could feel a thick liquid rising upwards, going for its main hole. It ceased its thrusting and now had quite the spasm. It shot a torrent of semen out of its hole – it went into Lena’s mouth, and shooting down her throat.

Lena choked and gagged. However, she greedily swallowed every drop of cum.

Finally, the shower head stopped shooting its load. It left Lena’s mouth, and shot a tiny bit more on her lips. It stared ominously back at her.

Lena licked the semen off of her lips, to shovel into her mouth. She swallowed it and purred. She then came to her senses and winced. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

Next, the tendrils released her mouth – allowing it to relax.

Lena opened her eyes, glaring back at the shower head.

The shower head now coiled under the curve of her left breast – perfectly cupping it. It applied some gentle pressure, while massaging it nice and slowly.

Lena clenched her teeth and flinched. Her eyes shut tightly again. Another wave of arousal flooded through her body. As she pushed down her feelings, she could feel her own arousal fighting back. Her nostrils flared in protest. She renewed her efforts for freedom.

While the shower head’s neck massaged, it placed its hole on her left nipple. It somehow clasped it, as if its hole was an octopus sucker. It sucked leisurely and sweetly.

Lena protested, but, wound up moaning, “Ooh!”

Much to her dismay, her defiant body responded by shuddering and relaxing.

The shower head felt Lena’s nipple balloon with arousal. It sucked harder and faster.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, and hated how wet she was feeling.

It sucked on her left nipple, and massaged her left breast, for five minutes. Next, it slowly uncoiled, and began binding her right breast. It sucked hard and slowly on her right turgid nipple. It squeezed and massaged her right breast, roughly, yet, taking its sweet time.

“Oh, shit,” Lena whimpered, as she failed to suppress a tiny smile.

After another five minutes were up, the shower head uncoiled.

Her eyes opened bit-by-bit; giving it a death stare.

“Stop it,” she gasped, and panted, “leave my tits alone!”

The shower head ignored her: It then moved backwards and forwards between her tits,

The shower head moved to and fro, repeatedly, about five minutes. When it stopped, its whole head and neck vibrated. It ejaculated all over Lena’s tits.

She whined, softly. “You fucker...! Coming on my tits...!”

Next, the shower head used its lengthy hose-neck to bind both of her heaving bosoms. It bound them both tightly, showing no mercy. It squeezed her tits roughly – massaging them unhurriedly, while its head alternated between rubbing her nipples.

Lena’s eyes closed again. Her body relaxed more. She laid her head on the tub floor again. As she tossed her head from side-to-side, a parade of illicit moans left her parted lips.

Finally, after ten or so minutes, the shower head was finished. It headed southwards. The shower head could easily hypnotise her. But Lena needed to know what he was doing to her.

Tendrils bound Lena’s breasts and nipples; they were now continuously squeezing and massaging them, tortoise-like.

She whined, “Now you little bastards are fondling my tits?”

Lena imagined her self-restraint as a thick stick being bent.

Lena’s hips bucked against her will. She clenched her teeth again and writhed about. She attempted to close her legs, but it was useless. She could feel a slow, rubbing motion on her inner labia and clitoris. Despite her eyes being closed, she knew it was the shower head.

Indeed, the shower head was rubbing her clitoris and labia. It was rotating around, in a clockwise motion. It was French kissing her pussy. It wanted to tease her.

Lena’s body quaked. She rolled into her second orgasm, unwillingly.

“Anna...! Wasn’t...! Crazy,” she grunted. She pulled against her restraints. A flood of tears rolled down her face. She whined, so softly, “Shower head...! Raped her...! To death...!”

The shower head turned its vibration on. It alternated between rubbing up and down, moving diagonally, and going in slow anticlockwise circles and even clockwise circles.

“No,” she whined, while clenching her teeth.

More tears rolled down Lena’s cheeks. Her hands tightened their grip on the bathtub handles. Her legs pulled against the restraints. If she could at least get her legs freed, she’d at least yank the shower head away from her pussy using her feet.

The tendrils knew what she was thinking. More of them tied securely around her feet and toes. They pulled and now had her feet and toes completely bound to the tub’s inner walls.

The shower head continued vibrating and now sucked on her clitoris.

Lena’s body rocked and quaked hard. Her lips parted a little, releasing a tiny cry. Her face turned bright red. She had finished her second orgasm.

The shower head now penetrated her.

Lena arched her back and moaned.

The shower head moved backwards and forwards, stimulating her G-spot.

“Oh! Shit! Not there,” she whimpered. “Not there! Please, no!”

The shower head pressed down hard, while stimulating it; moving backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards...

Lena bucked her hips and cried shrilly.

The shower head ceased its movement and vibrations.

“Oh...! Thank...! Fuck,” she panted, “You’ve...! Fucking...! Finished...!”

After two-to-three minutes the shower head vibrated and rubbed her G-spot.

“Oh! No! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Shit,” Lena wailed. Her hips bucked wildly.

The imaginary stick, that was her self-restraint, was close to snapping. She tried with all of her might to fight it. To hold on and stay focused. And yet, her body betrayed her by responding to this sensation. Her mouth formed a huge O.

The shower head soon stopped vibrating and moving.

Lena’s body quaked and soon relaxed. Her sexual frustration peaked.

She sobbed, “Stop torturing me, you bastard!”

Lena felt too weak to resist her restraints. All she could do was sob and moan.

Another two minutes passed: The shower head abused her G-spot again.

Lena thought, ‘I need to break free! Why does this feel so fucking good? Help me!’

The imaginary stick was close to breaking. Lena could not hold on for much longer. Her head tossed about while she moaned, and begged for it to stop.

The shower head did stop, taking another break from abusing her.

Lena sobbed uncontrollably. She softly begged, “Please, please, please stop!”

Two-to-three minutes passed: The shower head fucked her G-spot harder and faster.

Lena whined, as her hips bucked and shook violently.

The imaginary stick not only snapped, but it disintegrated, too.

The shower head stopped: it was taking another two-to-three minute breather.

Lena’s hips quivered a lot. She had actually squirted a little. She was panting hard, trying to catch her breath. She was crying her eyes out, sobbing pretty loudly.

“No! Please! Please don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” she begged.

The shower head didn’t listen. He sort of played dead, just to tease her.

“Please, baby,” she whined, softly, “please fuck me. It's been too fucking long!”

The shower head began moving and vibrating again; abusing her G-spot without mercy.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Oh yes!” Lena chanted, while smiling. “Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard! Give it to me! Give it to me! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Keep going! Keep going!”

The shower head stopped after its two minutes were up.

Lena panted and made little whimpering cries. She whined, “No, please, don’t stop! You’re gonna make me come... I wanna come... I wanna come... Make me come!”

The shower head went back to vibrating and fucking her G-spot without mercy.

Lena’s hips bucked wildly again and shuddered hard. Her whole body felt a tremendous, trembling sensation. Her hands were holding onto the bathtub handles with a death grip. Her legs pulled against her restraints, shuddering, badly wanting to move in a scissoring motion.

Lena’s mouth continued forming a capital O as a parade of moans rose from her lungs.

Her hips bucked violently as her arse smacked against the floor of the tub. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head again. She fought for breath, while moaning and whimpering. Her body shuddered beyond her control. Her toes curled in ecstasy. A torrent of her cum was squirting out of her abused pussy. Ecstatic tears trickled down her face.

The shower head stopped abusing her G-spot, and took a brief rest.

Lena panted and smiled, as her body relaxed. She felt completely broken.

She felt the shower head delve deeper into her pussy and it reached her A-spot.

When the shower head vibrated against her A-spot, Lena’s body jerked in response.

Lena chanted, “I’m all yours! You can have me! I love feeling that big dick of yours! That dick of yours is huge! Don’t let it leave my wet pussy! My pussy feels wet for you! Yes!

“Harder...! Harder! Harder! Faster! Faster! Faster! You make me so fucking wet! You make me feel like screaming! I love being your slut! I’m your whore! I’m your bitch!

“Fuck me with your cock! Treat me like your sex toy, Daddy! You’re perfect for fucking me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me rough! Don’t quit screwing me, babe! Fuck me to death!

“Fill me with your semen! Fill me with your spunk! Shoot your entire load in my pussy! Fill me up with your sticky love juices! Fuck me with that fat cock! I want it! I need it!

 “Come on, baby, come on! Make me come! Make me come, baby! Make me squirt! Make me come with your massive cock! Make me come! Please make me come! Make me come!

“Ejaculate your semen in my pussy, baby! I want to feel you ejaculate inside me! I want to feel your sperm fill up my pussy. Fill me up! Fill me up so it comes out of my fucking mouth!

“I’m your dirty little cum slut! Fuck me so hard that you hospitalize, baby! Fuck me into a coma! Give me brain damage! Fuck me all night long, baby! Give it to me! I’m your slut!

“Oh shit! Oh yes! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Christ! Oh, Lord! Oh, baby! Oh, master! Oh, darling! Oh yes! Don’t stop! Keep going! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m coming!”

Lena blacked out. In her unconscious state she was aware that her body was convulsing. She felt something thick and long; thrusting hard and deep inside her pussy. She experienced multiple orgasms beyond her wildest dreams. She squirted hard in her unconscious state. Her hips bucked and quivered; her arse smacked violently on the tub floor.

The shower head ejaculated thick liquid that was the same viscosity as semen.

The shower head’s semen entered Lena’s her body, and somehow entered her brain.

Lena’s body convulsed, as she moaned often, and her eyelids twitched. Her body went limp. Drool dribbled down across her chin. She was now content and comatose.

The shower head finally stopped its thrusting as it trembled in Lena’s pussy. Originally, it wanted to kill her – like it did with her sister – but it decided to make her its sex slave.

 

The End

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