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Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 1

Note: all characters depicted are over the age of 18.As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

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Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 4

As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

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Dad+Naughty Jenifer(; (PART 3)

Ok so this is the 3rd part in my series and yeah(: Alright so I posted the second story twice by accident so you can read “Dad+Naughty Jenifer(;(” OR “Dad+Naughty Jenifer(; (PART 2)” So yeah:) So sorry for the long intro but enjoy:)

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Humiliating Housewarming-party

This is my dark fantasy, based on the true story where I passed out on my own party. The picture is real, but everything that happens after the girl wakes up on the party is pure fiction. It’s my very first story ever, so please let me know what you think.

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Patrick

Patrick liked men from an early age. He now realizes older men are his real turn on.

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Banana

The raw, cold wind had been buffeting her face for the past hour, turning it rose-colored with burn.

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Insomniac Father

Harold stumbled down the hall at 3 in the morning with sleep consuming his mind. His wife had gone to bed early with him that night, both falling asleep quickly after a long day’s hard work. For hours, he had tossed and turned until he, finally, woke up in a sweat. For months he had been having horrible dreams about him doing naughty– even evil– things to his daughter, causing his marriage to suffer and his physical well-being to deteriorate. He had not told the woman who he had been married to for over 25 years, since he had been 20, that he was having such dreams. How would he have the guts to tell her that he favored his daughter over her?
As he zigzagged down the hall, Harold found himself at the door of his daughter’s room. His daughter, Lauryn, had left the door ajar so a sliver of light fell into her room. Harold’s throat closed and dried as he found himself debating on whether to open her door and watch her sleep or to go back to his bed with his failing marriage.
Gulping down his fear, Harold lost his inhibitions and push the door open slowly. Light fell upon Lauryn’s back, her shoulders bare from the thin tank top that she wore to bed every night. Her brown hair flowered out onto her white pillowcase, the strands fanning out around her neck and shoulders. The soft pink sheets and throw blanket fell softly over her petite frame, complimenting her full hips. The blinds had been drawn shut earlier that evening to their second story home. Staring at the luscious curve of his daughter’s sixteen-year-old hips, Harold felt himself getting aroused. He had had a number of dreams the past months that had started out in this way and his body was beginning to react to the familiarity of the situation. As an instinct, his feet carried him to his Lauryn’s bedside. His roving eyes looked past his hairy chest and bloated belly to the young, vivacious body that laid before him, Harold felt his cock growing harder. Careful not to make her wake up, Harold released his cock and began to pump his fist up and down the thick length, his breath turning sporadic as he watched his daughter sleep.
Lauryn slept softly as her father jacked off to her sleeping form, his mind replaying the dreams of her bouncing on top of him with his dick inside her hot pussy after he had eaten her sweet pussy out. Harold sighed in pleasure as he fisted his cock faster. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his eyelids fluttered closed as he imagined himself violating his daughter.
After a few minutes Harold slowed to a stop, letting his boxers fall to the beige carpet under his feet. He stepped closer to the bed and saw the curve of his daughter’s breast. Not being able to stop himself, his right hand reached out to play with the slightly darkened circle that he figured to be Lauryn’s nipple. Harold’s pink tongue wetted his lips as he thought about moving her shirt so that he could circle her nipple while he sucked and bit the other one to illicit moans from her young mouth. His left hand idly stroked his throbbing dick as he gently began to pinch and circle his daughter’s nipple. When he saw that his playing had brought her nipple to make a visibly small tent under her shirt, he moaned lightly and went back to circling the hard bud with more vigor. In her sleep, Lauryn had begun to move, her body telling her that something was making her little pussy feel wet and horny: that the rest of her body needed to respond. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she rustled beneath the sheets.
Her movements caused her father to cast his eyes down her side to the lovely ass that he had been staring at earlier. Flashes of him pounding into her butt as he smacked her cheeks raw while he slid the covers down with his left hand. His eyes latched onto the skimpy shorts his daughter had worn to bed that night, the shape of her pubic hair standing out against the white fabric stretching around her pussy.
At the sight of her shorts, Harold had squeezed Lauryn’s tit and caused her to wake. “Dad?! What are you–” she began, but her father cut her off by slapping a hand across her mouth. Lauryn looked up at her father in fright: a fear of what he might do to her and a fear of what he had been doing to her.
“Shh, little princess,” he chimed quietly so his sleeping wife down the hall wouldn’t be awakened. With his left hand taped to his daughter’s mouth, Harold took his right hand and continued to massage her breasts, occasionally teasing and squeezing her hardening nipples. Although juices began to collect in her pussy, Lauryn started to panic. Her breaths were short and gasped as let tears well in her eyes. “Don’t worry baby,” Harold said, his hands roughly pulling down her shirt, “your daddy won’t hurt you.”
Suddenly, Harold look around the room. He found a scarf on his daughter’s writing desk and smiled. Reaching for the cloth without letting freeing his daughter’s mouth, Harold grabbed it with urgency. Once in hand, her father proceeded to tie it around Lauryn’s mouth. Now there was no way that she would be making any noise to wake his sleeping wife.
Tears started pouring from Lauryn’s eyes as she realized what her father wanted to do with her. She feared the pain she knew was about to come. That fear increased as her father picked a belt from her closet and whipped her across the face and stomach with it. After a few whips of the belt, Harold tied her hands together above her head and to the bedpost bars.
Lauryn kicked her feet nervously as a last ditch attempt–she felt frightened beyond belief, tears flowing like rivers down the sides of her face. This earned her a hard slap across both cheeks. “You stop fucking moving you little bitch,” he swore to her menacingly. When he saw that her legs were still wriggling around, Harold went and duct taped her feet to the other end of the bed.
Bending over his daughter, he went back to fondling his daughter freely. Without hesitation, Harold took his daughter’s nipple into his mouth and suckled like a baby would to its mother. Flicking and circling his tongue around his daughter’s hardening nipples brought Harold’s cock back to his attention. The pain forced him to stop feasting on her delicious nipples and stuff his throbbing member between her tits. Moving his hips back and forth, Harold titty-fucked his daughter. “Mmm baby,” he moaned happily. Soon, he moved away from her chest and down between his daughter’s legs.
Lauryn started to cry harder– now was the moment she had been dreading. Her body had betrayed her and she had grown hard nipples from her daddy sucking on them and her pussy had gathered a considerable amount of moisture from it as well. Though it was no where near enough to make it a comfortable slip in for her father, she knew that it wouldn’t stop him. Her tears dried up. She had no more in her to cry, her body had stopped producing them.
Meanwhile her father gazed at his daughter’s tight, young pussy. He moaned at the glisten he saw within her folds and kept stroking his dick absentmindedly. Harold knew that Lauryn had been turned on, but not enough for him not to hurt her. If he hadn’t wanted to taste that delicious looking pussy, he would have just said “fuck it” and proceeded to plunge his cock into his baby girl. His fingers separated Lauryn’s pussy lips; he felt his dick throb when he saw the small hole he was set on entering. Keeping her lips opened to his gaze, Harold knelt down and stroked his tongue around the hole before dipping inside. The sweet taste of such a young pussy caused him to moan into her cunt and tongue her hole with anticipation. As he buried his tongue in his daughter, one of his fingers stretched up enough to rub her clit slowly. Gradually, her father sped up his fingers.
Despite Lauryn’s disgust, she couldn’t stop her pussy from enjoying the treatment. Her vaginal began to stir around her father’s searching tongue. The longer his tongue played inside her as his fingers rubbed her clit, the wetter she became. She tried to force herself not to have an orgasm for her father, but not five minutes of trying did she have a painful moan muffled by her scarf.
Harold, pleased with having his face covered in his daughter’s cum, sat back on his legs with a smirk on his face. He licked his lips with his slithering tongue gathering up the juices. Wasting no more time, Harold told hold of his hard, throbbing cock and guided it into his baby girl’s pussy. All he could do was pump away as he moaned in complete ecstasy.
Even though she had had an orgasm, Lauryn felt so violated and distraught that her pussy juices and dried up. The lack of natural lubrication made her pussy burn, causing a new wave of tears to roll down her face. This went unnoticed by her father as he ravaged her pussy. Harold kept pounding in and out of her as she cried helplessly.
Her father felt his balls boil with a hot load and instinctively grabbed underneath her to get to her ass cheeks. He took a cheek in each hand as he jack-hammered his massive cock into her tiny, abused pussy. Without giving a warning or attempting to loosen her hole, Harold shoved his finger into Lauryn’s ass and kept it in time with his hammering. He began to pant and gasp his daughter’s name with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of his balls slapping against her bare ass. The slapping noises helped him push deeper inside her ass and he knew he was there.
“Oooooooooooooooh,” Harold cried out as his cock exploded with spurt after spurt of hot cum inside his teenage daughter. Lauryn felt nothing as her body had forced her to black out.
After Harold had finished coming inside his daughter, he pulled out and pulled his boxers back on. Being dressed, the caring father looked at his tied up daughter and smiled. He had single-handedly made his daughter come hard, in his mind, more than once. He took his time untieing her from the bed and gently kissed the bruises that they had caused. One last time, he looked at his daughter’s tear-stricken face and smiled with happiness.
Harold made his way back to his room with a spring in his step and got back into bed with his wife knowing that he would not have any more dreams about his daughter. And if he did…well, he knew where she lived.

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Recovery

Recovery
by Cuckold for Kelley
The doctors told me she might not be the same after the accident. Hell, after a week in a coma, I was glad she was still alive and looking normal. And for Kelley, normal was very pretty. A petite brunette of almost 30, she could easily pass for 21.
For the first few weeks out of the hospital, she seemed to be in a fog. Of course the medications caused some of that. As time went on though, her normally feisty personality reemerged, but with a few new twists.
The doctors had said that she might be impulsive and even inappropriate at times. You’ll have that when a small chunk of your brain has been lost. Kelley knew this too and for a while she was depressed. She had to give up her job as a teaching assistant in the local high school. Counseling and more meds seemed to help some.
I tolerated every odd thing and catered to her needs. It was out of a mixture of love and guilt. The first time I tried to make love to her, Kelley responded at first, then froze. I asked her what was wrong and she gave me an icy look.
“Just cause I’m a retard now doesn’t mean I don’t remember.”
I tried to reassure her that she wasn’t a “retard” – she really hadn’t lost any intelligence after all, maybe just some impulse control. But I remembered too.
But life moved on. Kelley didn’t seem all that different, though she needed a lot more sleep than before. Sometimes she would blurt out a swear word – something she never would have done before. She was as cute and funny as ever, but there was an emotional distance. I grew to accept that.
One day, a Tuesday, she called me at work – that was a bit unusual. She said she was going out for a while with our neighbor Tracey and that she might be a bit late for supper. That was odd, as Kelley had never really had much use for Tracey. Tracey was almost a polar opposite to her. She was a busty blonde who partied a lot and seemed to have a new boyfriend every week. Kelley and I used to make jokes about her.
But Kelley’s voice seemed happier and more alive than I had heard in a long time, so I put my apprehensions aside and told her to have fun.
I got home before 6 and there was no Kelley. I looked at Tracey’s house next door, but no lights were on. I watched some TV news and waited around until after 7. Still no Kelley. At that point I was a little annoyed and decided to get some supper for myself. I washed it down with a few beers.
I waited with growing impatience until nearly 11, then went to bed. I was agitated and didn’t get comfortable right off, but I must have fallen asleep. I woke at about 2 AM when Kelley came in and flipped on the lights.
I was dazed at first but as I woke up more I felt a mix of emotions. I was relieved that she was home, but pissed that she had been out so late. And I was worried about her.
To my surprise, Kelley climbed on top of me on the bed and pressed her mouth against mine. We kissed more deeply than we had anytime since the accident. Her tongue pressed into my mouth and I reciprocated. We made out for a minute or so, then she broke it off. As she did, I realized that there was an alcohol smell on her breath. That was something the doctors had been very clear about – booze mixed with her meds and her brain injury was a very bad idea.
Kelley straddled me and looked me in the eye.
“Guess where I’ve been!”
I noticed she was wearing a short skirt and a very thin top. She had a light weight bra on that didn’t keep her erect nipples from showing. She was very sexy, but I felt very worried.
“ I went to Tony’s!”
Tony’s is a local strip club. I had been there, a long time back, but I never let Kelley know that.
“Tracey took me there. She said I could win some money. And I did!”
As I woke up a bit more I remembered that Tuesdays were amateur nights at Tony’s. I drove by there often enough to see the poster outside. Alright, I even admit that I had thought of going in sometime to see the amateurs. But I had never imagined that my sweet little wife might be one of them!
“I won $75! Or I guess I won a gift certificate for $75. I’ve gotta go pick it up tomorrow.”
Kelley was genuinely happy and excited. I was wondering just what had happened.
“Hey! Aren’t you happy for me?”
I guess my ambivalence was apparent
“Lemme show you!”
Kelley slid off me and grabbed a large hand bag that she must have brought with her. I hadn’t noticed it when she entered. She reached in and tossed aside a lacy bit of lingerie. I thought I recognized it as something I once bought her early on in our marriage – before she made it clear that she didn’t wear such things.
Then she pulled out a handful of Polaroid prints.
“See? That’s me!”
She handed me one and I did see. It was Kelley on the stage, dressed in the lingerie she refused to wear for me. She stood stiffly and looked like she was high.
“C’mon, look at these ones.”
Kelley handed me several more pictures. I felt numb as I looked them over. In each one she was taking off her skimpy outfit, until the last two or three in which she was totally naked. The last picture she gave me was a shot of her sitting on the stage naked, her legs spread open wide.
Kelley had never let me look at her fully nude before, and though I had gone down on her many times, I had never actually seen her pussy. Yet here she was, legs apart, cunt wide open, for any guy who had gone to Tony’s that night to see.
And it was clear that they did see. Off to the side in the picture were several men leering at Kelley.
“So ya see… some guys really think I’m sexy.”
That was thrown out as something of a challenge, though it bewildered me at the time. I had never thought of her as anything but sexy. Later I realized what she had meant.
“You like my pictures?”
I gulped and nodded. This wasn’t the time to talk to her about mixing alcohol with her meds and her injury. And shocking as it was, I could live with her appearance in the amateur night.
“How about these?”
Kelley thrust 3 more polaroids into my hand. In the first one , she was open mouthed and some guy’s big cock was next to her face. I realized that the owner of that big dick had taken these shots. In the second, she had the big cock in her mouth. And in the last picture, her mouth was wide open and there was a big load of cum in it.
Kelley laughed as she watched my face while I looked at the last picture.
“Yeah! That was right before I came home! It was nice to have a real cock in my mouth!”
That totally threw me. Kelley had never given me head and she had only commented on the size of my dick once. And that had been to say that it was normal. In fact, when she had mentioned being with a guy who was a lot bigger, she said it was painful and uncomfortable.
“Now aren’t you glad you kissed me?”
I hadn’t thought about it until just then. That guy had come in her mouth just a short while before she had kissed me so passionately.
“Bet you liked the way it tasted! I know I sure did!”
“Why did you do this?”
I had been slow to react, but now I was really upset. I had tried to be patient with the changes in Kelley – hell, I had tried to be patient even before the accident. But this was too much.
“I mean, if you wanted sex so bad, why did you have to go blow some stranger? You know I would always give you what you want.”
“Hah! Give me what I want? You know what? You never gave me what I wanted. I got so I really didn’t like sex. At least I thought I didn’t. What it was was that I just didn’t like sex with you!”
I was blown away and I guess it showed on my face.
“I mean it! I just realized a while ago that I really like sex. I love having a man hold me, feeling his cock get hard for me, sucking on it and getting fucked. Just not by you! You’re cock is too small, you come too quick for me and you just don’t do anything right. Except give me head.”
My anger turned quickly to deep hurt. I didn’t know what to say.
“Just look at that!” Kelley pointed at a picture.
“Now that’s a real cock, a man’s cock. Not some little wussy wee wee.”
“It’s too bad Tony just came in my mouth. I’d love to have him fuck me with that big cock of his.”
So it was Tony himself who had taken the pictures of my wife sucking him off.
“I told him about you and how you can’t satisfy me. I think he felt sorry for me.”
I had nothing to say to all that, so Kelley gathered her stuff together, threw the pictures back in her bag and went to get ready for bed.
It was quite a transformation. 15 minutes later she was wearing a flannel nighty, looking innocent as could be. Her bedtime meds kicked in pretty quickly and in no time, she was snoring softly beside me.
But I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, almost hoping to wake Kelley, but she was out like a light. After an hour or two, I sensed a change in her breathing. She was on her back and I thought there was some movement under the covers. I spoke her name, but she didn’t respond. Then I gently pulled back the bedsheets and saw that she had a hand between her legs. She was masturbating in her sleep.
I put on the nightlight and it was enough for me to see her fingering her pussy. After several minutes, she moaned softly and must have come. As she rolled over, I got out of bed.
My cock was standing up stiffly. I went to the bathroom. In there, I turned on the light and on an impulse, took the Polaroid pictures out of Kelley’s bag. I stroked myself as I looked at shots of her undressing for the audience. I almost came when I got to the picture of her sitting spread – legged on the stage. But I held off, and pathetic as it may be, I shot my load as I gazed at the picture of Kelley with a big load of Tony’s cum in her mouth.
Then I went back to bed and managed to sleep fitfully for the next several hours.
It was really hard to get up for work the next morning, but I managed. My mind was nowhere near the job, but in my position, no one would notice that right away. I run a quarrying company – I inherited it from my Dad. He was a real “man’s man” popular with the workers. I stayed more in the front office and I knew that the guys made jokes at my expense.
That day I was more worried that some of them might have been at Tony’s the night before. I was hypersensitive to any remark about my wife, but I realized that Kelley had always been so shy that probably none of these guys would even recognize her. Still, I turned the picture of her I kept on my desk so no one would see it when they walked in.
I looked at it myself and wondered how that slim little gal with the deep brown eyes could ever have become a cock sucking stripper.
I was tempted to call her several times that day but held back. However, I did leave work earlier than usual and headed straight home.
Once there, I relaxed almost right away. Kelley seemed as cheerful and normal as ever. She said she wanted to go out for Chinese.
That was a good sign. Chinese food was something we had shared early on and it usually meant she was happy.
“Oh, and we have to stop over to Tony’s.”
My expression must have darkened.
“Hey! Give me a break! I’m not gonna dance there or anything! I just gotta pick up that prize I won.”
I wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t going to fight about it. So over to Tony’s we went.
It was early and the place was fairly quiet. An overweight stripper was just finishing her set on the stage. I made a point of not looking at her.
Our eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the bar. Kelley had reflexively grabbed my arm as we entered, a gesture that didn’t displease me. But as she looked across the place, she spotted someone who had to be Tony. She hopped up and down as she waved and called out to him. That did displease me.
Even worse, Tony recognized her right away. Tony was built a bit bigger than me, but not overwhelmingly so. The guy he had been talking to was huge. He looked like he could have played some football. He wore black jeans and a tight black t shirt that said “Security”.
Kelley pranced over to them and I couldn’t hear her, but I saw her nod in my direction as she spoke. Tony looked amused and then said something to Mr. Security. He looked right at me and laughed. Then Kelley accompanied both of them into a back room.
I expected that it would only take a few minutes for Kelley to pick up her gift certificate. A gift certificate to where, I had no idea. As it turned out, she was in there almost 15 minutes. A hostess came by and asked me if I wanted a drink. I lied and said no.
When Kelley came out, she was followed by Tony and Security. They seemed jovial. Kelley had a funny, almost determined sort of look on her face. At first I was worried that something really bad had happened to her. But as she neared me, she embraced me and gave me a kiss very much like the one she had given me the night before. Her mouth opened and her tongue thrust into my mouth.
But I could taste and feel something strange. There was something wet and slimy about her mouth and the taste was a funny sort of acidic flavor.
Then I realized it. She had a load of cum in her mouth. Behind us, I saw Tony and Security laughing. They even high fived each other. I grabbed Kelley’s arm and pulled her out the door.
“Jesus! You sucked that guy off again and then kissed me in front of him?”
“Uh, actually, I sucked both of them off. I had already swallowed Tony’s cum. That was Jake’s load I saved up for you.”
“Hah! Look at you! You should see the dumb look on your face!”
“Look, Kelley, you can’t just go around doing things like this. It’s not right!”
“Oh yeah? Well guess what mister, I’m gonna go around doing all the things I want to. You think you’re gonna stop me?”
I had hopes, but I had to admit, I couldn’t stop her.
More to come.
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my secret life

on the outside i am a housewife and mother, but when no one is around i am a cock hungry slave…just a normal day for me

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Forced Chapter 2

The ongoing story of our evil Gerald, Dana his much abused ex and the start of his very deranged revenge on her cheating ways

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Breaking Miranda Chapters 1 & 2 (Fully revised, changed, and edited)

****NOTE: This is a fully revised/edited story I already submitted. Due to many requests and the fact that I have so much free time coming up, I decided to make this a full story. I will submit a chapter or 2 every few days or less. For those of you who already read Breaking Miranda part 1 and 2- READ it again. I changed a lot and added a lot. The story makes more sense now. When I wrote them before it was like a ROUGH rough rough draft and this version should read MUCH better. I will have chapter 3 up in a few days. I have a wedding to go to so I’m not exactly sure but it should be up before Monday*********************************
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Jake is my lifeline. We have been in love since we were 16 years old. We both had to deal with a lot of shit in this life. We met waiting in the school counselor’s office with one of those awkward ‘Why are you here?’ questions. That same night we met up and hung out at the beach. We must have talked all night about anything and everything. We had so much in common; an alcoholic father, a dead mother, a lifetime of neglect. We became each other’s support. We needed nothing else. Well, a mountain of drugs.
Funny, you could say he was bad for me but to tell you the truth; I could have been much worse off. For one: he is the only guy I’ve ever slept with. I was headed to having the same relationship with men that a fat girl has with Twinkies. I had no mother. I had slutty friends (I dare you to find non-slutty friends in a public high school in Chicago). I had an ex Marine dad who’s only emotion was; Where Is My Fucking Bottle Anger. Oh yeah, four older brothers. They may have sheltered me for a while, but I was just reaching the point of outsmarting them when Jake came along.
When I turned 18, Jake and I were outta there. With my daddy’s credit cards and guilt money, combined with Jake’s drug money, we had the life. We got a beautiful apartment on the lake. We had the best parties and coolest friends. We had each other. By day it was business; phone calls, baggies, counting money. By night it was playtime. Our favorite place was the beach. Our summers were filled with arms, legs, bottles, laughing, fucking, and drugs.
Jake was a sensitive soul. He wasn’t one of those rough and rigid types. I did love him but sometimes I felt more friendship between us than raw animalistic heat. I on the other hand am a Gemini. Have you ever met a Gemini before? Well needless to say I am all over the place. I frustrate my friends by correcting them all of the time. I am also an endless jokester. Sometimes I push people so far that they actually get angry with me, and I revel in that anger. There is something sadistic about me. I love to get high. I love to be scared. I love rain. You know that song; I’m only happy when it rains. I think sometimes I am happier in the rain than anywhere else.
Today, on this fine summer morning however, I sat there staring blankly at the screen. Horrified of what was going to happen now that I agreed to let Kaleb come. Come here, to my home. Was I crazy? I must be fucking mad. As horrified at I was of this prospect, I was excited. I needed him. I need to have him. I sat there swatting down these damning thoughts down and they would just come buzzing back again.
Yep, I had been having a fling online for a few months. Six months now to be exact. I didn’t want a ‘fling’. I didn’t go looking for one. I was happy with my life. I was happy with Jake. At least that’s what I told myself at the time.
On Facebook one day I got an odd message from a very sexy guy named Kaleb. It said ‘It’s time we meet, isn’t it?’ Naturally I thought he had the wrong person. He told me I was the right person. Out of curiosity I kept talking to him. I thought he was just messing with me.
After a few weeks of talking we decided to exchange pictures. Oh my god what a beautiful man he was. He had the most beautiful face I have ever seen; Picture Travis Fimmel but so much prettier. We are opposites in the looks department (well in every department). I am small and petite. I am half Spanish and half something else. Who knows? I am not very dark skinned but I have very black long hair. I always considered myself pretty but hated my brown eyes and wished for boobs. . Turns out he was one of the richest descendants of a ranch in the beautiful state of Washington. Or so he said.
We eventually decided to talk on the phone. I would wait for Jake to leave so I could grab the phone. We could talk for days if we had the time. I am not conservative but having only been with Jake, I was inexperienced and shy with him. We could talk about anything. We would laugh and tease each other about everything. Seemed innocent enough, right?
One day sitting on the bed he jokingly told me to take my pants off (at least I thought he was joking) He said it in a teasing tone. I laughed and said
“Yeah sure, that would look great to have Jake burst in here and see me pants-less with a phone.”
“So you are saying you want to?” he quipped.
My cheeks got red. I blush so easily. I was instantly turned on and feeling awkward as hell.
“Take them off. “ he commanded.
“Kaleb, I can’t…” I retreated.
“Do it, now.” He advanced.
“No, Kaleb. I can’t. Jake could be home any minute.” I sighed.
“Why do you care? You told me you were going to dump him before I came down there. I am coming soon you know.”
Why did I agree to this? I really didn’t want to dump Jake. I had come to care about Kaleb now but I had been with Jake for years. He was more than a boyfriend to me. He was my best friend. Kaleb pushed and pushed me to dump him until I finally caved in and said I would. I honestly did think about it but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Kaleb was a man that was hard to say no to. Now I had agreed to meet him here in my hometown in a few days. What was I going to do? Well I figured I could just come up with an excuse and back out last minute.
“I’m serious Miranda, I want you so bad. I am so fucking hard right now. I want to be with you. I want to fuck you so bad.” he moaned into the phone. I melted inside. I reached down my pants and touched myself. I was slick and wet. I rubbed my juices into my clit as I listened to his deep sexy voice.
“Take them off for me babe; I want you to cum for me.” he growled “Now!”
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I took my pants off. I couldn’t help but feeling out of control. I did what he said. I listened to every direction he gave me intently. I listened to his strong, sexy voice command my body. I pretended it was him touching me…Rubbing me. I plunged my fingers deep inside of my tight hole, pretending it was his hard cock fucking me.
“I’m going to cum in that tight pussy soon, I don’t care what it takes, I am going to take you.” He moaned into the phone as he stoked himself.
“FUCK!” I yelled as I heard the front door of my house slam. “He’s home, shit.” I got up and threw my pants on as fast as I could. I threw the phone into the laundry basket just in time for my boyfriend to walk through the door of our room.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake asked as he scrunched his brows together.
“Just not feeling well babe, that’s all.” I guiltily walked over to him and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. My face was flushed a beet red.
***A few days later***
“Miranda, you said I could come. You said you broke up with him. You said you were MY girlfriend now. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Everything will be fine.“ Kaleb argued.
“I… I am just excited.” I lied. “I can’t believe you actually did it.” I reached into my Altiods box and grabbed the biggest joint I could find. Shit I am in a lot of trouble. I lit it and sucked in the biggest hit my lungs could take. I looked up at the little heart shaped cam perched on my desk and blew out. If only he knew that I didn’t break up with Jake.
“When I get there you are going to stop smoking.” He said sternly.
“Yeah, right” I laughed. I liked an assertive man but have never been good at following orders.
“When are you going to be here?” I asked nervously.
“Soon, babe. Don’t worry.” He replied sweetly.
“Look, Kaleb. I don’t think this is a good idea right now.” I panicked. I had been telling him this whole time to just wait a while longer before he showed up. I told him I needed time to get over Jake. Another lie. I was really racking the lies up.
“Hey, I can’t really talk now; I gotta catch my plane in a few hours so I’m going to finish packing. Love you babe. Be there soon.” He signed off. The cam went black.
Well that was sudden. He didn’t even give me a second to argue with him.
Ugh why did I give him my address? He had a way of talking to me. I would say anything he told me to say and wonder about my stupidity later. I knew he was planning to come but I thought I had more time to break it off before then.
What the hell am I going to do? You see, I loved everything about Kaleb. I needed our nightly sessions so badly I would kill for them. I couldn’t say no to him, so I lied. I lied to both of them. I was about to be caught up in my own huge web of lies. I was about to meet the guy of my dreams. I was about to lose one (or both) of my boyfriends. Shit. I what the hell is going to happen? My thoughts raced. My heart raced. It’s time to tell the truth. I need to tell Jake or he is going to find out when Kaleb shows up at our door. I could imagine that scenario. I cringed.
I am not saying I am proud to have lied, but hell. I have never in my life imagined a man that could consume my thoughts so fully. Fill my desires so completely. I haven’t even met him yet. I have only been talking to him for a little over 6 months now.
The conversation with Jake went horribly. How could I be so cold? I didn’t mean to sound so cold when I told him. I was numb, exhausted, and afraid.
“You fucking said you quit talking to him! You fucking lied to me! I trusted you god damnit Miranda…” Jake had read some of the emails Kaleb sent me over the past few months. I was never very good at hiding things. When he questioned me about it I always told him it was just a little harmless online flirting. I promised him that it would stop.
“You fucking fix this now. You fix it now or we are done. You understand me? Done! I won’t put up with this shit ever again in OUR home.” He yelled so loud my ears were ringing.
He threw the phone at me. I ducked and it landed on the bed.
I knew I deserved his anger. He was right. I couldn’t go through with it. I had to end this thing with Kaleb.
“Fine, I will call him. I am so sorry I’ve hurt you after all we have been through. I don’t know how he does this to me? Since I met him online that day I just, can’t…”
“Shut up Miranda, you cheated on me.” He interrupted. “You lied and you fucking cheated, like a WHORE. I never thought you were capable of this. NEVER!” he slammed the door hard on his way out.
I picked up the phone and. I could hear Jake pacing in the living room. I dialed…No answer. I tried again and again. No answer.
Shit.
That night Jake slept on the couch. I couldn’t sleep. I must have dialed his number all night long with no avail. Come on answer! I pleaded silently. I was too chicken-shit to leave a message. The hours dragged on and I guess I finally fell asleep.
I woke up and shot straight out of bed. I grabbed the phone and ran to the back door as fast as my legs could carry me. Pretty damn fast. Breathing hard I saw that I had a few missed calls.All of them from a strange number.
No messages.
I called his number as I looked through the window at Jake sleeping peacefully on the couch.
“Hey babe, why didn’t you pick up” Kalebs voice startled me. Finally an answer. Thank god, I thought.
“I really need to talk to you” I said in a panic.
“OK meet me at the beach here. I’m at your favorite spot; the one you told me about. I’m in the Oasis here next to the park.” He sounded excited.
“How long have you been there?” I questioned.
“Well I just got off my flight and called a cab to bring me here until I could get a hold of you. Probably been here an hour or so. It’s beautiful down here just like you said. Get your ass down here woman, I need some company fast.”
I hung up without saying goodbye. Threw on a sundress and sandals and flew out of the house like it was burning down. Jake wasn’t up yet thank god. I stopped, looking back at our apartment.
Maybe I should tell Jake where I am going at least?
Nah. I can fix this on my own, I thought. It will not be easy but it will be a great life lesson.
My heart was racing. My knees were wobbly. I was nervous as hell. What was I going to say? Ooops sorry I lied to you; your whole trip was a waste, go home now? Oh yeah, I never broke up with Jake and I am not your girlfriend. This was going to suck. I laughed nervously.
I wandered the beach finding little peace. I walked to the Oasis and there was so sign of him. I walked up and down the peer and to the park, nothing. Maybe he was just messing with me; I started to calm myself. He does like to joke, I thought…
I walked back to the pier and sat down in a quiet spot and let my toes touch the water. I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. I had always talked to the water about everything. I know it sounds crazy but you know, those thoughts you have that are so private you fear to write them down, well this is where I let them out. The water knows all of my secrets.
Part of me was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t there.
“I love Jake too though and I could never dump him. It makes things complicated. I have to tell the truth; it’s the right thing to do.”I spoke out loud and sighed. I kicked my feet through the cool water lapping at my bare toes.
“So you didn’t dump Jake?” I heard a voice from behind. A very familiar voice…
“SHIT!” I spat out like vomit as I clung to my stuff for dear life. I could feel my cheeks hot with embarrassment. My breath was caught in my throat. I buried my face into my knees. How could I look at him? Please let that not be him. It was him. What do I do! Panic? I can’t look, I thought. Don’t look at him you dumbass! I remember thinking that if I didn’t look at him for long enough he would disappear, or I would. Either way would have been nice.
“Miranda, look at me.” I could hear pain in his voice.
“I can’t look. I tried to call you, ya know? You put me on the spot; I didn’t know what to do.”I cried, tears streaming down my bare knees and legs.
“I put you on the spot? You told me that you broke up with him. You told me we could be together. You said yes to me. We are together.” I could hear the frustration in his voice. “I flew hundreds of miles to see you and this is what you have to say to me?” his voice was raising to uncomfortable levels. I could see people staring at us, they were surely waiting for a full fledge fight to break out.
“I don’t know what to do. I told you about all the things Jake and I have been through. I can’t just leave him, our lives are intertwined.” I looked up at him. “We have a house together. We have the same friends. We have been together for years…” my voice trailed off.
“Nothing that can’t be undone, Miranda.” He sat down next to me looking a little more calm now.
I got a glimpse of his strong arms and bare chest. I tried to look away from his piercing blue eyes unsuccessfully. “I am here now. What do you want to do?”
I thought all of those times I had seen him on cam, and in pictures were as good as it gets. I was so wrong. He was beautiful. He had strong, lean, muscular arms. His chest muscles made me blush upon inspection. He wore no shoes and had no shirt on. His jeans were worn looking and they were not tight but also not baggy and sloppy looking. His deep blue eyes were hypnotizing. His face looked like it had been made by the gods. His blond sandy hair was messy and yet it was the thing I most wanted to touch at that moment. He almost looked…Inhuman.
He brushed my black hair over my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch; gentle yet rough fingers. Hands made for touching, working…fucking.
“Hey I found a really cool place back by the woods in the park, let’s walk and talk.” he said, looking confused for some odd reason. As if his mind was elsewhere.
We walked and I talked. I explained everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly all came out. I told him why I lied about Jake. Why I lied to them both. I had my reasons, they sounded so good in my head but when I said them out loud I felt selfish and shallow.
“So you were still sleeping with him?” He looked angry “While we were together?” he shot me a look that said I should answer carefully and truthfully.
“I did” I admitted. “I was thinking about you though” I could feel my cheeks getting hot again.
He was silent as we walked. I ran out of things to say. I began talking nervously, trying to fill in the gaps.
“I get it.” He finally said. “The only question I have is; do you want to be with me now?” He threw his arms around me. “I have plans for us. I have so much to tell you and so little time” he smiled. Chills went up and down my body. I could feel myself getting wet. My face flushed.
“I am sorry I can’t be with you.” I smiled weakly “I still love Jake and he needs me right now.” The words made me cringe. I wanted to be with Kaleb so bad but how could I leave Jake? I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted another man I could not walk away from my life. Jake was my life. How could I have done this to him? I felt like such a slut. I felt…guilty. It was written all over my face. Everything happened so fast. I thought I could steer Kaleb off before things got too serious. It was just an internet fling. I thought I could control it with ease.
“I need you right now…” his voice was barely above a whisper and I could tell he was pissed. “I promise you, you are mine. It is destiny. You should never have been with him!” he was shaking and his fists were balled. “I should have never listened to Amaralei when she told me to not get involved!” he yelled.
I was starting to feel afraid. I was alone with a crazy person and nobody knew where I was. I was pissing off a crazy guy. Shit. He was not making any damn sense. I needed to get out of here and fast. He was now kneeling next to a tree with his head in his hands, muttering in some strange language that I could not quite make out. Oddly enough it felt so familiar and comforting to hear. Okay, I was going crazy too now…
I slipped the sandals I had been carrying onto my feet quickly. I knew I would have to run soon. He was still muttering next to the tree. Okay, on the count of three I am going to run out of the woods toward the beach area where there were more people. I would be safer there, I thought. It was about a hundred feet and I was a fast runner. Easy as pie, I thought. Feeling confident I started silently counting.
One…
Two…
Three…
I could barely feel my feet touch the ground as I sprinted off. My heart was beating fast and my limbs felt rubbery and clumsy as I ran. Almost there.
As I ran onto the hot sand I felt some relief wash over me. I looked back and he was nowhere to be seen. Thank god, I thought. I scanned the beach looking for other people. I waved my hands toward the Oasis in the middle of the beach, trying to get somebody’s attention.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around smacking right into his bare chest. Before I could even scream he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I started kicking and screaming as he carried me back into the wooded area. Could nobody hear me? Nobody even looked our direction. There was a man jogging on the beach about thirty feet away. He glanced at us and kept moving. I felt like I was dreaming. Why was nobody helping me?
It felt as though we were walking for hours, though surely it was only a few minutes. He walked swiftly and did not respond to any of my pleas. Finally, when we had wandered hundreds of yards away from the beach, he stopped and threw me off of his shoulder. I landed hard. I could feel pain in my left ankle. I realized my purse was gone and one of my shoes was missing. I was too terrified to speak. My throat was dry and rough from screaming.
He sat down on a log in front of me and we stared at each other. The look on my face was of confusion and fear. The look on his face was of anger and betrayal. I wanted to look away from him but found that I was unable.
“Why?” he finally spoke. “This was supposed to be easy. I was so sure that you were mine. Now it will not be easy and there is no turning back.” He rubbed his forehead in frustration. “All because you lied to me…To me. I could have waited. I could have convinced you Miranda.” He sighed.
I had no idea what he meant. He sounded so sane all the times we talked before; no hint of a psychotic personality. And now…Now, I was in trouble. I could feel it in my bones. I had to say something. I had to get out of here by any means necessary, or I was going to end up on a milk carton.
“I…” I paused choking on my words. “I am sorry. I do care about you. I just want to go home. My family will be looking for me. I p-promise. I w-won’t tell anybody about this” I cried. My voice was cracking and I sounded like a scared child.
He stood up. As he stepped toward me I crawled away from him. My ankle was throbbing I knew I would be unable to walk on it. He bent down and touched my ankle gently. Pushing around the lightly to see if I had broken anything.
“It’s not broken” he said calmly. “It will heal soon. I have herbs at the…the.” He paused as if he were trying to come up with a word for it. “House. They will heal it in no time.”
Something seemed to distract him. He slowly inched toward my face until he was nose to nose with me. Again, he looked furious with me. Furrowing his brows and curling his lips in a look of utter disgust he growled “Is that him I smell…” I did not answer. I looked away turning my face away from his. “LOOK AT ME!” He bellowed, scaring the shit out of me. He grabbed my chin roughly and faced me toward him again. “Answer me” he whispered through clenched teeth “Is that him I smell on you…”
“I don’t kn-know what you’re talking about” I stammered. Fucking lunatic…
“Don’t ever lie to me Miranda.” He said calmly. “I will not tolerate it from here on out. You must be honest and true. You must be loyal to me and to…” his voice trailed off. He looked stressed as though he was trying to hold something back and struggling with it.
“Lie down.” He commanded sternly. He stood up and started unzipping his jeans matter-of-factly. As if there were nothing weird about the situation we were in. He let them fall, kicking them to the side. His cock was huge. It shocked me, I couldn’t help but gasp. It wasn’t even hard and it was the biggest I have ever seen in my life. Not that I had much experience, but I knew that thing was not going to fit in me. He sauntered gracefully toward me like a predator stalking his prey. He kneeled in front of me again. His muscles were tensed and it was a sight to behold. My heartbeat pounded like a drum in my chest. My breath went shallow and ragged and my hands were shaking violently.
“Lie down.” He said again in a deep throaty growl. “Now.”
I was frozen. I could not move a muscle. I could not breathe. My lips were tingling from a lack of oxygen. Thump, thump, thump; my heart pounded fiercely in my chest. I must have looked to him like a deer in headlights.
He pushed me down gently and crawled on top of me, kissing my neck and rubbing my arched back expertly with his big rough fingers massaging and kneading my muscles. I was terrified but it felt too good to stop. I let out a moan that surprised us both. I had to be dreaming. It felt like time had stopped for me.
I could feel his hardness against my inner thigh and it sent shivers up my spine. I was writhing and panting so hard I completely forgot where I was. I forgot who I was. I felt like every inch of my body was on fire.
I had to stop this. I had to…
“No!”I sat up pushing against him. Jake…I can’t do this. I can’t. He will never forgive me. I love him. My thoughts were like a whirlwind in my head. “Please, I’m sorry…I can’t do this.” I pleaded desperately.
“I love you Miranda, I need you. I need to claim you before we go to…” his voice trailed off again. “I need you now.” He snarled.
“Please Kaleb, if you love me then stop! I need to think.” I cried. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. I felt so small next to him. I was petite to begin with; he was huge. He towered over me. There was no way I could over power him. The only chance I had was to run. With the condition of my ankle it would be difficult.
“I need you now! I can’t wait anymore. I won’t be able to control myself.” He growled. He pushed me down, pressing his hard, naked body into mine. In an instant he ripped my dress off like it was nothing. I watched it flutter to the ground in pieces.
I screamed as loud as I could. Putting all of the energy I had into it.
He covered my mouth. I panicked, I could feel myself slipping. I knew I was going to pass out. He unhooked my bra with his free hand. My nipples started to tingle and harden as he kissed and teased them with his tongue.
I fought harder than I have ever fought in my life and it took no effort for him to overpower me. Effortlessly, he held me. I was nothing to him. I struggled to move my arms and legs. He grew aggravated with my feeble efforts and pushed hard against me, showing me the full potential of his strength; as if he was trying to show me that fighting against him was pointless.
“Please Miranda, I need you, don’t fight this.” He cooed in my ear sending shock waves through my body. The shock of my own need hit me like a brick. I closed my eyes. This is going to happen to me, I thought. Oh my god I am going to be raped during broad daylight. He let go of my mouth for a second.
I immediately screamed. He covered my mouth again. I choked finding it hard to breath at all.
“None of that…” he smiled. “You are feisty, why don’t you just let go? He put two fingers under my thongs and plunged them deep inside of me. “I can feel that you need me too” he teased. I sat up against his strength for a moment. Electricity jolting through my body gave me monetary animal strength. He plunged his fingers deeper inside of my core. I immediately succumbed to pleasure and he took control again pushing my back down to the ground with ease.
With one hand over my mouth, he fingered me until I was dripping wet. Deep inside me, a place no man has ever been so fully. A strange mix of feelings was washing over me; I cried and moaned at the same time through his hands. I cried out of fear and moaned out of pleasure. All of my cries and moans were muffled.
I swung my free arm at him; punching as hard as I could. My fist slammed into his cheek. He looked as though he didn’t even feel it. I felt like a small child trying to wrestle a polar bear.
He stopped finger fucking me and explored my body with his mouth and free hand. I had just about given up hope that I was going to get out of this. I couldn’t stop my mind, heart, and body from conflicting thoughts and feelings. I knew it was wrong, I knew I wanted it, I knew I felt guilty.
More tears came flooding out.
He finally uncovered my mouth.
“I can’t stop, take it for me.” he moaned. “I will make it up to you.” He pushed his body into mine even harder. I could feel his cock straining against me.
“Kaleb, please, you are hurting me!” I cried.”Please stop I can’t do this. You don’t have to go through with this, we can talk. I won’t tell anyone” I begged.
Tears were streaming down my face. What had I done? This is my fault. I wondered if he was going to kill me. I wondered if I would ever see my family and friends again. I wondered if I would see Jake again. I wondered if I did see him, if would ever forgive me.
“I won’t hurt you…much. When I’m done, you won’t want me to stop. I told you a hundred times that when I first saw you I was going to have you right then and there.” He kissed my closed mouth, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I bit his lip hard. I could taste blood.
Slowly tracing my body with his big hands he reached down between my legs again. He pushed his fingers in. Slowly pulling them out of my wet, clenching hole, he stated rubbing my clit ever so softly; teasing, barely touching. I froze. I couldn’t move. He let go of my mouth and moved his head down. Licking and sucking. He teased my clit slowly and lightly with his tongue. Barely touching me still, he circled my clit, lapping me until I felt like I was going to die.
I raised my hips up and buried myself into his mouth. I felt a rush coming on. I was so close …I couldn’t control my jerky movements. I felt my whole body spasm with pleasure. As I came he grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted them off of the ground as though he was drinking me. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
I fell to the ground lifeless.
What is that feeling? My heart was beating so fast. I wanted him. I can’t do that, what am I insane? This, obviously insane, man is going to rape and kill me. He would probably throw my dead lifeless body into the bushes and be done with it. I tried to reason with myself.
He paused to look into my eyes.
“You are so beautiful. I am sorry if I hurt you at all, I just can’t help myself. I’ve never felt this way. I was not prepared for the feelings I would have for you. “he sighed.
I reached for the pieces of my dress without a second thought.
He grabbed my hand mid-air. “You are not done yet” he said fiercely.
Tears came pouring out again. Knowingly I laid back down on my own. There was no point in fighting. He was going to take me. I needed to save my energy for the moment I had a chance to escape. Now was not that time. He gently covered my mouth again.
He positioned himself on top of me, adjusting me with ease.
I could feel his hardness pressing against my clit as he wiped the rest of my tears away. He pushed against me. He positioned himself at my delicate opening. I instinctively began to panic again. Fear hit me like a brick. I knew I wouldn’t win but my fear was taking over.
I scooted up a few inches. He pulled me back down.
I twisted my body awkwardly, he straightened me.
I could feel his hardness brushing against me as I struggled. I could tell he was just toying with me.
He pulled me down and straightened me once more. He positioned himself against my delicate opening. “I need you to relax, or this will hurt.” He looked into my eyes and brushed the hair from my mouth.
He pushed his huge cock through my tight little opening stopping as the tip popped through. I felt immense pain consume me. He was barely inside me yet and I felt like he was stretching my little hole to its limit. He tried to calm me as he pushed a little deeper. I tried to sit up and regretted it. Pain shot through my body. I felt like I would rip open at any moment. There was no way he was going to fit.
I bit his shoulder so hard I could feel his warm blood leaking into my mouth.
He moaned with pleasure.
I spit the blood out all over his chest and watched in horror as it mixed with his sweat and dripped down onto my face and chest. Kissing my neck and rubbing his blood into my chest, he seemed to grow even bigger. I screamed so loudly that it even startled him. The sound that came out of me was that of a person being slowly killed.
“Don’t move…” he bit out through clenched teeth.
Out of fear I listened. “A little more” he cooed. He pushed in more. I could feel my body trying to accommodate him. More pain. Pain mixed with pleasure. My legs straightened as I tried to make it easier for him to fit. My toes pointed, I tried my best to relax my muscles.
It didn’t work. I had never been in so much pain in my life.
He slowly pushed, my tiny hole stretched out over his large pulsing cock.
“There you go baby, you can take it. That’s a girl” he attempted to calm me. He talked to me as though I was a little girl and he was teaching me how to ride a bike. “Relax, stop tightening up around me. Loosen and relax it will feel good.”
I let my body relax again. Another moan escaped me.
Call for help, don’t give up, I thought desperately.
He moaned as he pulled out slowly.
He pushed back in hard.
I screamed so loud he covered my mouth again. “Shhhhh….It’s okay.” He cooed.
When my mouth was secure he began pumping me hard. Every inch of his hard body was taking me, claiming me. I tried to scream, I bit his hand. He kept fucking me anyways, like an animal in a rage.
It started to hurt so fucking good. My body melted and I let him fully take me. He pulled me up onto his lap without pulling out. He grabbed my hips and rocked me on top of him. My nipples grazed his chest.
“Fuck me now Miranda, I have to cum now” he moaned deeply into my ear.
I hesitated. “No” I said as my voice cracked.
Out of exhaustion my shoulders slumped against him.
“Fuck me!” he yelled, scaring me from the rawness of his voice.
I rocked my hips slowly up and down the tip.
My eyes rolled back. My limbs went numb.
Ecstasy.
“You feel so good” he grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way down.
His hard cock… was so deep inside me. I wanted to hate it. I wanted the pain to stop…but I wanted his fucking cock so much it consumed my thoughts.
He cried out. I could feel his hot cum pumping inside of me. I could feel his cock moving inside of me.
I shivered as he filled me .He pulled out carefully. My legs were tensing and clenching as he slowly pulled out of me. I could feel every inch and pulsing muscle of his slimy, huge cock slide out of me. I could feel the warm sticky fluid leaking out.
Things went dark. I could hear echoes of his voice. I was being lifted.
Don’t fall …aslee…
Everything went black.
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It was so cold. So dark.
Where am I?
I felt around the area surrounding my bare feet with my cold and shaking hands. I felt something furry and soft beneath my body. It was some sort of animal fur rug.
My hands wrapped around my naked body. Shivering. So hard to remember… My was so foggy it was hard to think. Everything around me was so pitch black I could hardly tell if my eyes were open or closed. My ankle was throbbing like hell.
“Hello?” I whispered in a voice so raspy that it did not sound like my own and startled me. “Hello… Anyone there?” I choked out.
I searched around for my clothes and phone in the dark, unsuccessfully. The darkness was so consuming. I felt some sort of rough brick or concrete floor surrounding me. “Ahhhh…” I weakly cried out in pain. My body and muscles ached.
“Oh my god” I sobbed, remembering what happened to me earlier. Memories rushing back. I reached between my legs feeling the sticky, wet evidence of my reality.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, a shrill, piercing scream. A scream of total agony and terror echoed back at me. Howling, rasping. Was that me? I swear I heard something strange answer my call of pain. Growling, snarling noises seemed to echo from every wall. I could tell that this room was not big. If there was something in here I was not going to be able to get away from it.
In desperation I got up feeling my way around the room. There has to be a door here, right? My hopeful thoughts sinking as I felt my way around the small, empty room. I walked toward the center of the room, past the rug. I ran smack into something large. I screamed when I felt fur brush against my legs. I threw myself to the ground in fear. When nothing happened I raised a shaky hand cautiously to where the fur was. It was something solid. I felt it with more confidence now…”A chair” I said out loud, instantly relieved it was not something more offensive.
“Please, help me!” I yelled out loud again. Again I seemed to hear growling, snarling voices echoing back at me.
As I searched the small brick walls with my hands I realized how alone I was. I realized that I was probably going to die here. I would never see Jake again. This was it. This guy raped me, he was never going to let me leave…Alive. I shuddered at the thought and I sobbed as I planted my face against the brick wall. I let my face scrape down the rough wall as I fell to my knees. I could feel the blood start to bead up down the left side of my face and body as I lay on the floor crying like a helpless child.
“I’ll never see you again!” I screamed as my voice echoes off the damp, dank walls.
I reached for the ring on my finger. Jake’s class ring. The thought of never seeing him made me feel desperate and panicky. He was probably worried sick right now.
I would rather die than be tortured again I tried to convince myself. If I was going to die, I would rather it be at my own hand. I grabbed the ring tightly with my shaking hand and jabbed it into my wrist as hard as I could. I dug it in with all of my strength, sliding it down…down…I realized, although this would injure me it would not kill me. The sharp edges of the ring were still too dull to make a clean, deep cut.
All of a sudden my eyes were offended by a bright source of light. A brick door opened out of the smooth wall.
“Miranda…?” I hear his voice.
Starting to feel light-headed, I swayed as I felt the blood trickle down my bruised arm.
“What the fuck are you doing!” he dropped a tray full of something onto the floor. Rushing to me, he ripped his shirt off and kneeled beside me. He grabbed my arm and started to wrap it up with his shirt, tying it tightly into a secure knot.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit!” I screamed as I batted at him weakly with my good arm. I tried to squirm and scratch at his face. He shot me a stern look of warning.
Looking at him made my body tingle…I was feeling suddenly warm. Very warm. I could feel my cheeks burning and flushing. The room started to spin. It was getting dark again.
*Whack!* I feel a slap across my face. I felt a stinging sensation burning my cheek.
I lay wrapped in a blanket, shivering in his arms.
“You!” I yell with contempt and hate. Seething at him between gritted teeth I growl, “You fucking sick bastard. Let me go…” I thrashed around, immediately feeling more like a stubborn child than anything else.
“Shhhh, don’t talk right now. We will talk, but you are weak.” He said softly.
I glimpsed at his face with disgust.
Those eyes. They seemed to burn and soothe me at the same time.
They seemed to bore through me. Raping me, deep inside. Deep inside of me.
How can such a monster have the face of an angel? You think of some greasy sick fuck out raping college students. But him? He could have anybody. Must be some sick fucking fetish? Maybe he was just a stark raving lunatic. I was better on the latter.
I cried. What else could I do? “Why do you fucking care you sick fuck. You did this to me? Remember?” I spat out between sobs and sharp gasps of air.
He lifted an eyebrow. He didn’t look away in shame like I expected. The eyes of a man that has done something wrong always show glimpses of guilt. Although I could see that he did not enjoy hurting me, I could see no guilt in those fiery eyes. He looked like a man who felt he had a right to take what he wanted. And he did. He did it with the pride of a king, a god…
We stared.
Was he mocking me?
He gently set me down into the chair that had startled me earlier. The pain of my body was immense. I cried out involuntarily. I could feel the pain of my new cut. I could feel the pain of my ankle. I could feel some strange pain from where I was violated. Stinging, aching. In the light I could see that my body was full of bruises. Some of them looked like perfect finger prints.
He reached in to his pocket.
“Take this.” he handed me a small white pill. I looked at it, examining it carefully.
“No, I don’t know what it is. Why the hell should I take it?” I laughed crazily.
“It is a pain medication. You are going to need it. You are not going to be happy with me for what we must do soon. I cannot explain anything to you ye,t but you must take it.” He looked concerned.
I got a bad feeling in my gut at that moment, washing over me a pain and desperation that could not be sated.
“You are not going to let me leave are you?” I pleaded.
“No” he said sternly. “Get that thought from your head now; it will only cause you more pain from this moment forth.”
“Ever?” I again pleaded as Tears rolled down.
He did not answer; he looked away from me and pretended to be inspecting the walls.
Get yourself together Miranda. If he doesn’t kill you, you have a chance, I thought.
“Am I going to die?”
“Not by my hand, not if I can help it.” he smiled, almost sweetly.
Disgusted, I attempted to look at my surroundings. A small room. The brick walls surrounding us were very smooth. Fur rugs covered parts of the brick floor. A strange looking Tiffany-esque lamp toward the center of the room gave off light. The chair I was sitting in was beautiful. It was solid dark wood and covered in exquisitely soft, white fur. It was reclined back and quite comfortable. There was a strange bag sitting next to me. The food and tray that he was carrying earlier was splattered across the floor to the right of us. There was no apparent door opening. How did he get in?
“What do I have to get ready for?” I said with fear crippling my already shaky voice.
“Me.” he said sternly. The look on his face said that he offered no apologies for what was to come.
I popped the pill into my mouth with my good arm. I don’t know why I did it. It could have been my death. In that moment I almost hoped that it would be. If I had a chance of numbing any sort of pain I would be a fool not to take it. I was at his mercy. Something he seemed to lack.
He picked up a flask, opened it and held it to my mouth as I gulped down hurriedly, spilling down my naked chest. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until the cool water slid down my dry, cracking throat.
I didn’t know what to say. So I cried.
He watched me intently, with a stoic yet pained look.
Don’t fucking look at me like that, you…pig. I thought it but dared not say it. How could he do this and look so unconcerned? I am bleeding, bruised, raped. He is sitting there pretending like this hurts him as he prepares to rape my damaged body, again. How could he do this? How?
“You said you loved me. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve it? Just let me go!” I begged.
“I don’t have much time left. Save your energy please. I do love you, I do care. I will be gentle if you don’t fight me this time. You are wounded, but I have no choice. Anger me and you will not be so lucky.”
“Everybody has a fucking choice!” I yelled.
He looked away. “I do not.” he spoke softly.
He reached into the bag and pulled out some dressing for my arm. He took my arm out of the ripped shirt and cleaned it with some strange ointment that was also in the bag. He quickly and tightly wrapped it again with the fresh bandages. He also rubbed to salve into my apparent bruises and my foot. He spread my legs and began to inspect my most private areas like he was some sort of doctor. Carefully touching my flesh. He slowly poked a single finger into me, feeling around. I blushed ten shades of red. I could feel my cheeks tingling.
I wanted to kill him as he touched me.
Weakness and pain wrapped my flesh in agony.
He then walked to the middle of the room. He was feeling around the floor as if he was looking for something.
He then pulled up some rings from the floor. Strangely, they pulled out in perfect places around a rug. He pulled up a total of three large metal rings. I swear as he touched them they glowed a dark red, just for a moment. They were suddenly all opened from the center, like handcuffs would open. Yet they seemed to have no sensible mechanics that would allow them to open and close like cuffs would. They were just bare, metallic, metal rings. How did they open? I fidgeted nervously wondering if I was hallucinating. It was possible; with the situation I was just put through it should be no surprise. It still felt like a nightmare to me.
“I didn’t want it to be this way you know. I thought you were ready. I couldn’t wait.” he walked over to where I was sitting again. “You lied to me Miranda. That was a mistake.” He closed in on me until I could feel his hot breath on my neck and ear.
Unwrapping the blanket from me, he tossed it aside; exposing my naked flesh again.
I shivered from the cold crisp air.
He picked me up carefully, making sure not to touch my arm.
“Oh fuck this, not this again!” I cried and kicked. I writhed in his arms. I don’t care what it takes, I thought. I am not letting this sick fuck head take me without a fight. I strained in his grip as he sat me down onto the soft floor.
Forgetting about all of the pain for a moment, I fought with my life; biting him, scratching him. I tried to scratch the eyeballs out of his head. The dressing on my arm started to bleed through.
With chunks of skin missing from his chest and arms he placed his body on top of me.
I pushed, he kissed me softly. He traced my lips with his tongue so lightly.
I moved my head away from his face, burying it into his chest. I bit as hard as I could. I bit down so hard my teeth ached under the pressure. Finally I had a good grip with my teeth. I bit down. Harder… harder. His skin must have been tough as nails because I couldn’t seem to rip the flesh off with all my might. He didn’t struggle or show signs of pain. He let me continue to bite down.
He strapped my good arm into the ring.
He grabbed my jaw softly pushing a pressure point. I released his flesh from my mouth instantly.
Quickly he moved down to my legs, holding them down. I couldn’t sit up to swing at him anymore.
He strapped my legs into the other two rings quickly, with ease. My ankle throbbed like hell.
“Do I have to strap your other arm too? I don’t want to hurt you but if you continue to struggle you will hurt yourself worse.”
What choice did I have? I would rather have some freedom. Give me one fucking good chance and I’ll, and I’ll…what? What can I do?
He kissed up and down my body. I tried not to be turned on. I could feel his undoing his pants and I got wet in a flash. This is the fuck that just raped you. I kept repeating it in my head as I felt him grow hard.
“Would you like me to please you, or would you like me to be done quickly so you can rest, my lady?” he smirked.
“What the fuck do you think? Is this a joke to you? My life is a joke to you? You sick asshole!?”
“As you wish” he cooed to me as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs possessively in anticipation.
I growled. “I never wished for this…”
The tears came streaming down. I tried to hold them back. I tried not to let him see me cry. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of my tears ever again.
“Cry if you need. I will be done soon, I promise, beautiful. I will take care of you when it is over.”
I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it. I sobbed like a lost child. He positioned himself on top of me as I sobbed. Gently pushing himself into me as I screamed as loud as I could. He caressed me. He looked into my eyes like I was his lover as I screamed in horror and pain.
I strained to accommodate him. I couldn’t take it. He pushed the tip in gently. Stretching me. He leaned down and pulled my ass up off of the ground to get a better angle.
I opened my eyes to look at him. His muscles were straining as he drew into me. His face was hard and calm. He never looked away from me. Trying to concentrate on anything but the sheer pain his body was imposing on me I stared back.
Sharp pain as he plunged his huge hard cock inside again. Harder. I watched his body jerk and lose control. Unable to move my arm and legs, I looked over to my bloody arm lying next to me as if it were a foreign object. If I could surprise him, I thought…I could gouge his eyes out before he even knew what was happening. I tensed my fingers and balled them into a tight fist.
He stopped.
Gently he grabbed my arm and pulled the other ring from the ground.
“No, no, no, no please…” I begged. “Stop, stop, please! Pleeeasse…” I cried like a little girl.
“I cannot risk you doing anything stupid in this condition” he sighed.
I heard a loud clack as he snapped it down over my wrist.
“It won’t hurt as much if you are still” he warned.
“How can I be still?! You are moving me around.” I screamed
He pumped harder. Each pump… his cock straining to go further inside of me. I began to relax myself.
Breathe slowly. Think. Think about Jake. Smiling faces.
“Jaaaake!” I moaned loudly. Trying to hold his face in my memory.
“Jake” Kaleb repeated angrily “Is not here.” Through gritted teeth, he curled his lips at me like an angry animal.
“Jake” I screamed again feeling not so helpless.
Did that strike a nerve?
Again I sucked down the pain as he rammed me harder.
“Oh fuck me Jake” I screamed.
The veins popped out in his neck. His body strained. His cock rammed in again.
He grabbed my neck as he fucked me. I could feel the sweat pouring off of his face. He ground his teeth together and growled “You were never his! You will never speak his name again…” He licked my ear and whispered into it “Unless you want me to gut him like a pig…”
My cut starting to bleed profusely.
Blood pouring out into the fur.
I watched it.
The pain started to elude me.
“I love you Jake…” I said out loud in either an act of bravery, or sheer stupidity.
He stopped pumping me. I could still feel his hard cock straining inside. He touched the cuffs that were restraining me so quickly I had hardly even realized I had been freed before he lifted me up swiftly. He carried me by my waist over to the wall and launched me against it. I felt my head hit the bricks hard.
He pressed his hard body against me as he wrapped his massive hand around my neck; lifting my body off of the ground he held me tightly by my neck, pushing me against the wall. I could feel my breath leave me. Gasping and choking I clung to his chest with my good arm, trying to get a hold. With my feet tip toed I still could not feel the ground. I could not look down.
“You will submit to your KING, wench!” his voice bellowed through the chamber like lions roar. “You will never speak his name again, so help me gods I will rip him into a thousand pieces and have you eat his flesh out of the palm of my hand!” He snarled wickedly. I could see the hatred in his crazed eyes. “Act like a whore and I shall treat you as one. Act as my queen and I shall treat you as that!” he screamed into my ear.
He stood there staring into my eyes, burning me with his anger. I could not breathe even if he decided to drop me at that moment. I had never been so terrified. I had never felt such anger. After what seemed like hours, his grip loosened. I gasped in air with a horrible wretched breath that did not sound human. My face was tingling, my lips were numb. He let me crumble to his feet as he continued to stare at the wall where he had me. Shaking and gasping I tried to crawl away. It felt like I was dying. My heart was pounding in my chest like a hammer. I was sure it would explode. I could see flashes of black every other second.
“I was not prepared for you to fight me…” he said, sounding calmer but still angry enough to kill me. “I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS…” He bellowed again smashing his hand into the wall. I could hear bricks crumbling to the floor.
I heard his fast stride walking toward me. I covered my head and screamed as I felt his hand on my head. He pulled his hand away for a moment. “You must never provoke me, Miranda. I love you like no other can, but you must understand….” His voice trailed off. “One day you will understand. You will love me.” He said sounding unsure for once.
He grabbed my chin and forced my head from the floor, to look at him. “I will do what must be done. You will submit.”
He pulled my limp body onto his lap. I could feel his hardness against my bare clit. I could not move or talk. I could not fight or beg. My body slumped against his. My head was resting on his shoulder. I could have fallen asleep then…Not because I wasn’t scared out of reality. Because…I was broken. I could not will myself to move. My limbs fell into some sort of atrophy. I remember thinking I must be in shock.
He gripped my hips and lifted my limp body onto his hard cock. He worked me up and down his shaft like some sort of limp doll…with ease he invaded me. I could feel every inch of his pulsing cock inside of me. I stretched over his cock like a glove that was two sizes too small. I felt so full. I felt like there was more of him inside of me than myself. The pain was immense and consuming. I felt pain everywhere, even though it was somewhat dulled, it was intense enough to make me wish I was dead.
I felt him tense. I felt his hands grip me so hard I thought my hip bones were cracking under the pressure. He started fucking me so hard I could not help but to let out a throaty grunt as he slammed his cock into the barrier preventing him spilling the guts out of my body. I could feel myself slipping back as he fucked harder. He caught me gripping my back between my shoulders. I could see his face now. He looked as pained as I. His face was sweating and I could see the veins pulsing at his temples. His teeth were gritted and he was growling as though he was in agony.
I could feel his cum pumping inside me as he held me, impaled on his pulsing cock. Everything about this was so wrong. In that moment though, he looked so helpless. He held me there like he was holding on for his life. He looked at me as though I was everything to him. I almost forgot where I was. I was so confused when I looked into his eyes. I felt like I was the one who should be comforting him, ironically. He slumped back, holding me…keeping himself inside of me. I collapsed on his chest easily.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and gently. Tears rolled out in crocodile size droplets. Dripping down my face onto his chest, they came to rest. I was not sobbing. I was not blinking. I just could not control the tears that fell from my shell shocked face.
I slept there. Listening to his darkened heart beat loudly…I slept. Finally.

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