Hannah's Revenge

Chapter 5

Note: Old fans who recognise me from my Literotica page will know that this is my first new post in several years. After a long hiatus I'm finally back in the erotica game. I've had many ideas over the past few years, and even started some chapters but for whatever reason nothing came of it. Until today. I've always loved posting erotica, with Hannah's Revenge as my flagship, and I've got plans to start consistent posting of it again.

And if you can't wait for the public release of the next chapter, Chapter 6 of Hannah's Revenge is already posted on my Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/thebritishmaster.

Which, along with access to new chapters of Hannah's Revenge before they're posted anywhere else, gives you access to Patreon exclusive stories and commissioned artworks which I have big plans to release in the near future.

But in any case, without further ado, I'm happy to announce my triumphant return to erotica, with Chapter 5 of Hannah's Revenge.

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The morning light trickled over my face, gently rousing me awake. With a stretch and a yawn, I returned slowly to consciousness. But dear god how I wish I hadn't. It felt like years ago, yet also only seconds, the memories so fresh in my mind. Hannah's pussy on my face, arse beneath my tongue, piss down my throat. My entire body convulsed in a disgusted cringe as I went to sweep my hair back and felt it hardened and matted with Hannah's shit where she'd wiped herself. I wanted to go back to sleep, to run away forever, to just lay down and die and let the ground swallow me up in my shame. Instead, all I could do was slowly rise and tentatively totter in the direction of the bathroom, working on unconscious autopilot, legs wobbling like a baby deer.

Opening the door to the shower enclosure, I spun the brass handle and the sudden powerful roar of the water shocked me back to reality a little bit. I went to take my clothes off to step in, and only then realised I was totally naked. The memories of the reasons why flashed through my head like a horror show. Trying however vainly to shake them from my head, I stepped in to the embracing warmth of the shower.

The water slowly warmed me back into true existence, running down my body in a marbled swirl of pure fresh water, and murky brown streaks from where Hannah's shit in my hair came away. Reaching for the bottle of shampoo, I lathered deep into my raven locks, pushing and pulling and scrubbing desperately to get some sense of the lustrous and sweet coconut smelling tumbles I was so proud of before. I pulled my hands away and saw the muddy colours streaked across them and all of a sudden completely broke down. I dropped to the floor of the shower and bawled, hugging my knees to my chest. Hot stinging tears ran down my face, disappearing into the wash of the shower but their cause staying string behind them. Unimaginable, complete and total shame. The things that had happened to me, the things I had done. Disgusting, repulsive things. Things that nobody should do to anyone. And the worst was the permanency. The realisation that no matter where I go or what I do, nothing could ever wipe the slate clean. This was part of my history, my life, irreversible and forever.

Slowly the sobs turned to sniffles, and then turned to nothing. Just me sitting on the floor of the shower, with only the patter of water on porcelain to break the silence. Slowly I rose to my feet and continued with my shower. What else could I do?

The bright orange flash of a handful of tropical body wash disappeared into a sweet burst of bubbles, lathered against my smooth skin. Inhaling the sweet familiar scent I began to feel almost human again. Soapy, sudsy hands ran across my body, washing away the stench of shame, if only the stench.

Travelling to my breasts, I cupped and lathered them, feeling their soft weight beneath my hands. Passing over my nipples I felt them slowly harden and tingle beneath my fingers. Slowly I let my hands travel down my flat, smooth stomach on its way to my little throbbing pussy. The shower was always my special time. The warmth and sweet smells mixed with my caresses of my own body were almost Pavlovian in my arousal. I gasped as I slipped my first finger in and lent prone against the wall. Feeling my finger inside, I began slowly rubbing my clit, the quivers travelling through every part of my body. Naughty, sexy thoughts travelled through my mind. Deep, tender love. A cock sliding in and out of me as I'm held safe and protected in his arms.