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Disclaimer: Written for a friend who wished a consent/no-consent scenario with some specific characteristics.

Evening after dinner, we wished to watch a film and I was excited to \nsee one complex-boring-mind squishing film, the ones I usually like. At \nleast you manage to cuddle against me in the sofa, your head resting on \nmy lap, my arm over your body.

You feel good and warm, you take my hand and you put it on your bust,\n pressing it , holding it. I keep watching the film with great \nattention, but my hand cops one of your breasts, slowly pressing and \nreleasing it, in rythm with your breathing.

I slide my hand behind your shirt. The welcoming warmth of your soft \nskin is a delicacy to the touch. I pass from one breast to the other, my\n thumb slowly drawing circles around your nipples. You feel so \nconfortable that you hum, you close your eyes in bliss and comfort. You \ncurl yourself and you hold my hand against your body, ever feeling, \nfondling, kindly groping your breautiful tits.

The film is becoming annoyingly complex. You have lost the thread and\n you don’t know who is who or what they are doing, not that you care. My\n other hand brushes kindly your hair, stroking your head. You float, \nabandoning yourself to the sleeping urges, closing your eyes, tugging \nyourself against my warmth.

Suddenly, a forceful impact on your eye makes you see stars; you \nshout of surprise and freeze for a moment trying to understand what had \nhappened. A second impact with a thudding sound on your same eye, \nsending a painful sting throughout your skull. You hold your eye with \nyour hand while you stare at me with murdering angriness. I keep staring\n at the screen, with a smudgy smile, holding you in place with my arm. \nMy hand gropes, clenches, claws one of your breasts. You protest and try\n to stand up, but I forcely keep you down with my arm and my weight. You\n struggle and you hit me, but you know that it doesn’t hurt me. You bite\n my arm, damn, my skin is thick, but you put your effort and sink deep \nyour teeth.

A third punch on your already swelling eye makes you desist. Tears \nbegin to fill your eyes. Obviously if you keep struggling and making me \nangry I will shut your eye closed with more punches, you think. I can \ndeal much more pain than what you could ever deal to me. You feel \npowerless, being pinned down in that position without me even having to \nmake an effort.

You curl into yourself and cry. I have to rewind the film some \nminutes back because with all the struggling and the cuss you didn’t \nallow me to listen an important part.

You cover your eye with your hand. You feel it throbbing. You press \nit with your hand to keep the swelling and pain on check. You cannot \nstop meeping.

I keep fondling your breasts while I am not paying attention to you. \nThe film is really good and I love it. You tremble of anger, locked with\n my arm, frustrated. Thousands of thoughts run through your mind, \nhatred, compassion, excitation and humiliation, all in a complex \nwrecking ball which sends shivers through your body.

Would you taunt me and tell me that you could take more? Would you \nsay that you hate me, how I dare? Would you kiss me fondly and \npassionately? Would you slap and fight me knowing that you would lose?

Your meeping starts to annoy me, I had to increase the volume on the \ntv. My hand leaves your breasts and I put a finger on your pretty lips \nas demanding silence.

You lick and suck my finger. You bite it catiously, tenderly. I have \nreleased you from my grip, but you feel confort. Your eye throbs, and it\n will be bruised the next day, but you feel strangely satisfied, as if \nnothing had happened. My other hand keeps stroking your hair. You are \nfalling asleep again.

You raise your eyes towards me and you see me smiling.

I am liking this film very much.

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