After attending her funeral on Valentines Day, I got the idea to write a story as homage to her. I know it may sound weird because I write erotica, bu... it is just my way of remembering my dear aunt. I hope you enjoy. Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is,. She began taking phone calls and typing memos as she always did, and for the next few hours, the day seemed almost normal. Of course, plenty of coworkers stopped by to take a glance at her, and every now and then she'd have to take a trip to the copy machine, which meant going down the halls and being noticed.Sometimes it was a wolf whistle, sometimes an off-color comment, but the men in the office definitely let Monica know they appreciated her attire, or lack of, for the day.On her way back. Someone else stomped on it with the heel of her shoe. I screamed into the gag and spittle leaked from the corners of my mouth down my chin. I tried to remove the pillowcase again with the same result, tears now soaking into the cotton. I didn't try again.I sat on the floor trembling, rubbing my throbbing hand, sobbing. I remember the pillowcase being sucked into my mouth with each deep breath and then be blown out when I exhaled. I had never been so frightened.Then they began taunting me,. "Stop." I held still.A clicking noise and then the item inside my pussy began moving in and out of me. It was a machine of some sort with a large dildo on it. "There's a 15-inch dildo on this thing and it's about 5 inches around. I figure you can hadndle this after all the fucking you've had so far. I'm gonna sit here and watch until you ask for a dick to suck on again."I remained on all fours, being fucked by this machine with a monster size dildo attached to it that I couldn't even see.