A Day In The Life Of

A/N: I'm still feeling in a dark mood so here's a conclusion chapter to The Dungeon. So you'll once agian be seeing some non-consensual lemon here. Read at your own risk and don't worry...I'll be returning to the happy lemons soon enough.

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Today was the day.

It seemed as though Andrew had been waiting forever for an opportunity like this to show up. He gave the drunk young woman a fake smile of friendship before glancing at Darien, who was sitting on the opposite side of the blonde.

"God damn Michelle!" Amara slurred, leg agg against the counter in Andrew's arcade joint. She down another gulp of sake and hiccuped, her cheeks flushed pink from intoxication. "I don..sheee why she gotta..*hic*...always get on mah casesssh!" The two young men eyeing her in a predatory fashion went completely unnoticed on her part.

Ever since Andrew and Darien had started this contest Andrew had been itching to add Amara to his scoreboard. Perhaps it was the fact that Amara was a lesbian and had never known a man's touch. He'd always wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a dike. It was the way Amara carried herself that made him want her. She was so tough, intimidating most men and women. Soon she'd be the one submitting, Andrew thought callously. He thanked whatever deity was responsible for causing the latest argument between Amara and her lover, resulting in the blonde retreating to the arcade joint to drown her sorrows in video games. She never thought twice when he offered that first bottle of sake.

"I know what you mean," Darien laughed, offering Amara yet another cup of sake. "Serena can be a handful sometimes." He glanced at Andrew, and the two nodded in unspoken agreement. It was time.

"Say, Amara..let's ditch this place," Andrew said, helping Amara to walk. "I've already locked up so we have to go out the back."

"Kay...b-but yer driving..I can't sheee *hic* sssstraight!" Amara stumbled forward as she was pushed into the back-room, barely keeping her balance. "L-Look at thisssh place! What's wit all tha *hic* cameras?"

Darien smirked as Andrew shoved her roughly onto the mattress in the center of the room, beginning to unfasten his pants.

"WHOA!! *Hic* easy there...pal..pal-oh-my....*hic* pally-boy!" Amara giggled uncontrollably. She stared at Andrew with half-opened eyes as he hiked up her shirt, exposing her large breasts that were currently snuggled in a black sportsbra. "W-Whacha doin?"

Andrew ignored her, pulling her bra up and catching one of Amara's nipples in his mouth, sucking at the bud of flesh and causing the woman to gasp in shock.

"Um...A-Andrew I don't think you should..." Amara was cut off as Andrew gave her a vicious backhanded slap, causing the young woman to sober up almost instantly. "Andrew!!" She tried kicking, only to find Darien was straddling her legs. "What the fuck, Darien!? Let go!!" She screamed as Andrew squeezed her breasts. "ANDREW, STOP IT!!!!" She nailed Andrew in the kisser with a hard right hook.

Andrew pounced on her, spitting blood from his busted lip. "You fucking dike bitch! You hit me!!" He decked her in the left eye. "Do that again and your fucking dead!! Darien, get the bitch's pants off!"

Darien was struggling with trying to pull Amara's jeans down while trying to avoid being kicked. "Well, can you get her to fucking stop squirming!?" he snapped.

"You heard him bitch!!" Andrew bellowed. He slapped Amara. "My man said to stop the damn moving!"

Amara tried glaring but that was difficult with a left eye that was already beginning to swell. "Fuck you!" Amara hissed, spitting in Andrew's face.

"Big mistake!" Andrew slapped her.

Amara spat blood and laughed. "Y-You hit like a bitch!" That comment rewarded her with another sharp blow to the face. Amara mentally cursed herself for leaving on after having an argument with Michelle over something so idiotic. She wouldn't be in this situation if she learned to control her temper. She also chastised herself for leaving her magic pen at home. She couldn't transform into Sailor Uranus without it.

Darien had finally succeeded in removing Amara' s pants and ripping her panties apart. "I'll let you have the first crack at this uppity bitch!" Darien moved, pinning Amara's hands above her head.

"Gladly!" Andrew positioned himself infront of Amara's exposed sex, keeping her legs pried open while hurriedly pulling his pants down. "Just lay back and relax, Amara. You'll learn to love it!"

"Andrew..no..don't..GAHHH!!" Amara screamed as Andrew's thick cock speared her, invading her cunt and filling her canal. She bit her lip, refusing to cry or go limp. No, she continued to struggle, refusing to give the two young men she once considered friends the pleasure of seeing her concede. Andrew grunted, pounding away at Amara's sex unmercifully.

"That fucking shut her up!" Darien laughed, watching as Andrew continued his assault. "Bet that cunt is fucking tight!"

"Hell yeah!" Andrew hissed through clenched teeth. The room filling with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. "And wet too! She's loving this! Aren't you, Amara! How's it feel to have a man's dick in your cunt?"

Tears licked the corners of Amara's eyes, but she willed them not to fall. She glared at Andrew with her one good eye, showing just how she felt about Andrew's actions. She wanted to make the fuck as miserable as possible for Andrew but it seemed like he got turned on the more she fought. She shuddered in disgust as Andrew grunted in satisfaction, filling her with his vile seed.

"My turn!" Darien exclaimed as Andrew moved off of Amara. "But I don't want your pussy." He forced Amara on her stomach.

Amara's eye went wide as she realized Darien's intentions. "NO! DON'T!!" Andrew was upon her in a matter of seconds, pinning her arms down once again while Darien forced her on her knees. Defiance had melted into fear as Amara could no longer hold back her tears. "Please...Darien.....stop!! Please no!! NOOOO!" She cried out as pain ripped through her body. Pain she'd never experienced before. "Oh...God...no..." She went limp as Darien had his way with her, crying out each time Darien's manhood plunged into her tight ass. She just wanted it all to end.

Someone up there in heaven must have taken pity because Darien reached his peak much faster than Andrew, pulling out of Amara's now sore rectum. "Put her on her back!" He ordered, straddling her chest after Andrew obeyed. "FUCK!!!" He groaned as he came, splattering Amara's face with globs of white jizm. He didn't care that he'd betrayed and humiliated a friend. He didn't care that he caused her pain. All he cared about was receiving pleasure for himself...despite the consequences. He stared at her, admiring his handiwork. "Now don't you look cute." He rose as Andrew threw Amara's jeans in her face. "That was fun. You can go cry to your dike girlfriend now."

Andrew laughed as Amara put her jeans on. The woman rose, trying to keep what little of her dignity was left. She'd been broken...defeated..but damn it all she wouldn't let them see her shed anymore tears. She limped out of the building, wincing in pain as she climbed onto her motorcycle. She revved the engine and drove away into the night. She wouldn't be returning home that night...maybe not the next either...not till her wounds had healed. Her eyes flashed with intensity.

She wouldn't forget this.

And she sure as hell wouldn't forgive.

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