The Fall of Glenn Hiss (Futa/male, Male/futa, rape)

A request for 'reverse rape', see here, that may have gone horribly awry. It is so because rape has been what has been occupying my thoughts as of late.

This gets dark. A lot darker than a lot of the rape stories out on the forum I imagine. Do take note of that if you're squeamish about this sort of thing.

I do not endorse rape. Real rape is horrible. People who cause such pain to others are fucked-up, horrible people. There is nothing wrong if the rape is fantasy or role playing between two consenting adults, but that's a totally different kettle of fish.

EDIT: Semi-Commentary blog.

Downloadable version attached.

The Fall of Glenn Hiss

Contents:

Futa fucking male (do note that it's the guy raping the futanari girl with his ass)

Male fucking futa

Rape (with emotional pain)

I'm not a good person. I can tell myself that without any hint of modesty or lies.

In the middle of suburbia, on a quiet street, I eyed a woman with ill intent. With the convenient excuse of getting my mail in early evening, I watched her pull up to her house in her periwinkle blue Ford Focus. while getting out of her car, she spotted me and waved to me with a smile.

Her name was Cheryl. She was my neighbor and my friend.

I watched my dear friend like a predator. I waved back with muted enthusiasm. Despicable.

Even after a tiring day working customer service, dealing with the worst that consumerist society has to offer, she still had the energy and will to walk to her side of our fence. "Hey Glenn." She even had the will to talk to someone like me.

"Hi Cheryl." I said casually. I nudged the bridge of my glasses, pushing the black, square frames up my nose just a bit. A nervous habit. Fortunately, I don't think she every noticed it. "How was work today?"

With a rotation of her neck, her short, brown hair swayed about. "Just about as well as any crummy day."

While she regaled me with a story of a few of the truly annoying people that shop at her store, I nodded and 'uh-huh' at all the appropriate moments, but my eyes drifted. The fence was only waist high, and a cheap bit of jewelry hung around her neck, the small silver circle on the end of the pendant settling just a little about the start of her cleavage. Occasionally, as she animated her anecdote with an exaggerated gesture, the soon-to-be setting sun's light would cause it to glitter.

It was a gift from me. My parents were the only family I have, and passed away in a car crash a few years back. I spent my Christmas with her as a guest with her at her sister's family. Yet here I was thinking...

"...Glenn?"

I brought my eyes up, but didn't look her in the eye, more like the side of her cheek. "Yeah?" I said halfhearted.

"I-if my story is bori