Jamie had a fantasy, and she needed to get it fulfilled. She had always loved stories online and in smutty novels of women getting pinned down and raped by big burley men. With the Chronivac at her fingertips, she could make this fantasy a reality. She made a sly grin and began typing.
‘Jamie will take a shower to clean herself up after her climax. When she does, a tall, muscular burglar will sneak into her house. Jamie will not notice until he sneaks all the way into her bathroom and pins her to the wall. He will rape Jamie and all the while Jamie can’t help but enjoy it, until he leaves after an hour.’
She pressed enter, submitting herself to the will of the Chronivac. But she quickly realized something important. The last input she made included a line that no one would need her for the duration of her orgasm. Without that, someone might try to interrupt her fantasy, or worse someone could hear her screams and call the cops and get her rescued midway through. She couldn’t have that, so she typed in another line into the Chronivac.
‘No matter what bad things happen to Jamie, people will just ignore her.’
Nothing visibly changed around her. Never the less, a chill went up her spine, like an impending dread filled her being. But more importantly, she had the sudden need to shower. She felt grungy and disheveled. She got up from the computer and started making her way to the master bathroom, but she stopped dead in her tracks. She knew what would happen once she started her shower. She knew what she was in for, and an intense sense of fear washed over her. She considered going back, could she go back?
But the will of the Chronivac had already been set, and Jamie kept walking. the lack of free will she had in the matter was its own thrill for her. She stripped her clothes and turned on the water. A warmth radiated behind her ears as she considered all the locks in her home, all the windows and doors that were secured. She knew what was going to happen, but she wasn’t sure how. Resigned to her fate, she stepped into the shower. She began cleaning herself, and listening closely to see if she could hear the moment when her home was invaded.
The shower was as relaxing as any other. She scrubbed her whole body, washing every last drop of sweat from her body. She shampooed and conditioned her hair with a thorough hand, making sure its whole length was clean. It took several minutes to complete, enough time for her to forget about what was guaranteed to happen. She reached a hand to turn the water off, only for a hand to wrap over her mouth and slam her into the wall.
Jamie’s head was seeing stars, her head ached from getting knocked on the tile wall. That was just enough to take away from the pain of the shaft getting pumped up her ass. She tried to push against the wall, a failed attempt to unpin herself. All that did was drive him deeper inside. She tried to grab his hands and pull him off, but the water made her too slick to grip onto anything. Finally, she tried just screaming, but it came out as more a moan of pleasure than a cry for help. The burglar gave her a hard knock to the back of the head, and she fell silent.
When the stars cleared, she was surprised. She had been moved to floor and the burglar had started fucking her vagina instead. More surprising, Jamie didn’t feel any of the pain. It felt more like the best sex of her life. She looked into the ski mask of her assailant. The man who she had to thank for giving her this moment. She couldn’t make out any distinguishing marks on him, or even see his skin. He was completely anonymous, just as she wanted.
When he finally finished, Jamie cried on the floor for several minutes, partly from the fear of getting her home invaded, partly from getting raped for the better part of an hour. But mostly, she cried from joy that her long-time fantasy had finally been fulfilled. The shower washed the cum gushed out her vagina and anus down the drain.