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Katherine just laid there, nervous, unsure what to think or do when Anna laid down next to her and put her head on her shoulder. This was starting to get a little closer than she was comfortable with. At the same time, however, she didn't want to say anything, although she had no real idea why. If not for the alcohol she probably would have been speaking up, politely of course, to get the other girl to give her a little bit more space. Or, at least, trying to inch away a bit. Something other than just lay there and let Anna tease her...

And teasing her she was. The breath on her cheek, playing with her hair... she could feel her heart beating faster, and she was sure she was flushed. And she was certainly having a hard time reminding herself that she didn't like girls in this way.

"I... n-no, that's all I was after." she protested weakly, sure of herself that she had only gone out that night for a simple date. Katherine highly doubted that she was ready for anything serious, anything with commitments. Baby steps, she had to take baby steps to get back into the game. Right? Before she could say more, though, Anna had wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in closer, asking a question that Katherine later would be sure was damning. "Wh-What? Well, y-yeah, you are, b-but... I'm sorry, I don't... I'm not into girls..."

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The unsteady tone of Katherine's voice was like music to Anna's ears. She sounded far from sure of herself, and it might not take much more effort to convince her to at least give it a try. She was vulnerable, and the alcohol in her system was making it harder for her to resist Anna's advances. But still, she couldn't afford to move to quickly. If she drove her away it might ruin what she wanted to build with her later. Anna had no doubt that Katherine would resist once she found out what Anna had planned for her, but for now it was simply a game of seduction. Not to mention the fact that her sister would want to be here when Katherine was turned. She was going to be her sister too, after all. But she wasn't here yet, so Anna was free to play around, for awhile at least.

"I'm sorry," Anna said, pulling her hand off of Katherine. She let her fingers trace softly along the young woman's abdomen as she pulled them away. "I might have been a bit presumptuous. It's just that you seemed so lonely, and I thought maybe I could help you feel less alone. Just because we're both women doesn't mean you need to be afraid, but I will respect your decision, if you're sure."

She pulled away from Katherine slightly, but did not get up from the bed. It was only a matter of time before Katherine gave in, she was certain. But she was still showing a remarkable amount of resistance to her advances. Not that it was really a bad thing. A strong-willed sister was what they had been looking for, after all. It would have been a shame if she had submitted immediately. Anna gazed at Katherine, admiring her hair, her smooth skin, and soft features. She really was beautiful. Anna found herself trying to imagine the kind of man that would break it off with a girl like this. He must have been a fool. Maybe he was intimidated by her intelligence, or beauty, or something. But it made Anna frustrated just to think about it. Not that she was complaining. It was that very breakup that had led Katherine to her.

"Thank you, though, for saying I'm pretty," Anna said, smiling at Katherine. "I get that a lot from men down in the club, but they just say it to try to get in my pants. You actually meant it, and that means a lot to me. So, thank you, Katherine. I'm glad we met, even if you did sort of dump me."

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Katherine shivered as Anna's fingers trailed softly over her stomach, and she almost protested the other girl moving away before she caught herself. Really, she had to start watching how much that she drank... the alcohol was making it hard to keep her head straight, and she knew that if she wasn't careful she was going to end up embarrassing herself or offending Anna, or something else equally unwanted. And while Anna didn't get up from the bed, she did move away, and Katherine only shuffled another inch or so away to try and get comfortable again.

"I'm not afraid!" she protested, frowning a bit, "I just... I've just never been that attracted to women before... I mean, ever, really." She groaned and let her head fall back against the pillow, wiping her face with her hands. And once again, by trying to focus on not saying anything that could be taken the wrong way, she went and said something that could be taken the wrong way. Girls just didn't do anything for her. Sure, she could see and admit when they were clearly beautiful, like Anna was, but she had never thought of more than that. Then again, she had never really given girls a chance, either. The Bastard had been such a big part of her life for so long, though, that she had never had time to really try anything else. No college experimentation for her.

"Sorry..." she muttered, feeling bad when Anna joked that she had just dumped her, in a way. That was still a small sour note for the brunette, and she really didn't want to even be remotely the same kind of person that the Bastard was. But, it was a joke, she hadn't really dumped her or hurt her. Sighing, she just shook her head, "I'm never drinking again... I always manage to make a mess of things when alcohol is involved..."

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"Oh, don't worry about it," Anna said. "I'm sure you don't make as much of a fool of yourself as you think. Alcohol can be so liberating for some people, but for others it can be a crutch. I've seen it happen many times. You are hardly making a terrible fool of yourself. I think, perhaps, it's just a matter of the alcohol loosening your lips a little more than you're comfortable with." Anna smiled over at Katherine. She was quite adorable, stumbling around the topic and trying to avoid saying what was in her heart. Anna could see that there was a part of her that wanted her, but Katherine was either unwilling or unable to see it.

"Perhaps you just need to give it a try?" Anna asked, rolling over onto her side and letting he fingers caress Katherine's cheek. "You've never tried it before, have you? Then you couldn't know, not for sure at least. I promise I'll be kind to you, Katherine. So why don't you give me a try, just this once. If you don't like it, you don't have to keep going." Anna was confident she could seduce Katherine. Her doubts were clearly written on her face. But there was still the chance she would be rejected, and if that happened she might have to be a little more forceful. As much as she wanted to make Katherine see how wonderful it could be for her to be with them, she wasn't going to let go if she said no. She was perfect, and finding someone of her caliber again could take years. No, better to make her see how much better off she would be with them than to let her slip through her fingers now.

Anna leaned in closer, gazing into Katherine's eyes with her own hypnotic gaze. Their foreheads touched, and their lips were only a breath apart. Anna stayed like that for a moment, simply gazing into Katherine's lovely eyes. "I'll stop if you ask me to," she whispered, her soft breath tickling Katherine's lips. "All you have to do is ask me to and I will. But I don't think you want that, Katherine." Finally she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together, kissing Katherine softly, and with passion.

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Katherine frowned in disagreement when Anna tried to assure her that she wasn't a fool, and she wasn't making one of herself either. No, she was fairly certain that she was, and this gorgeous girl was just too kind or amused to point it out. But she said nothing, in part because it was always a stupid idea to argue with someone trying to make you feel better, and because Anna had rolled back closer to her, a hand stroking her cheek.

"W-Well, n-no... I'd been with my ex for, um... well, f-forever..." she stuttered her face flushed as Anna seemed to have read her mind. No, she had never tried anything with girls. And she wasn't planning to either. But what her mind said and what her body felt were turning out to be two completely different things. After having been neglected for so long, these light, soft, tender touches of Anna's hand were already getting a rise out of the brunette. She had never felt this warm or turned on before. All of it was due to the alcohol, she was sure, and her rational mind kept trying to remind her of that.

But all she could think of were those unique, stunning purple eyes, as Anna assured her she would stop if she asked her to. The words were faint, though, barely registering. Until finally Anna was kissing her. This was her last chance, her mind was screaming at her. No! Stop this! This is a mistake, and you know you shouldn't let this happen. Instead, for now, the warnings were silenced as Katherine relaxed into the kiss, returning it. A hand came up, hesitantly, to rest on Anna's cheek, as she gave in to the purple-eyes girl...

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When Katherine started to return the kiss, Anna knew that she had won. The young woman had finally managed to silence her doubts and was now letting herself indulge in Anna's gentle touch. She brought her hand up and rested it on Katherine's, pushing forward just a little to deepen the kiss. Her tongue parted Katherine's lips and soon it was inside her mouth, dancing with her tongue and exploring her mouth. She could taste the alcohol on her breath, but there was excitement and lust there as well. She would have to hope Katherine wasn't able to feel her own, slightly sharper teeth. That might be a little harder to explain.

Finally, she broke the kiss and smiled at Katherine. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, locking her fingers together with Katherine's and gently kissing her fingers. "I know it might be a bit frightening. New experiences often are. But I can make you feel more wonderful than you can imagine, if you'll let me." Her free hand traced along Katherine's side, almost tickling, before it moved over onto her back, fingering the zipper to the tight red dress the brunette was wearing. Anna thought it looked stunning on her, despite what Katherine herself might have thought, but she was eager to get her out of it.

Slowly, she pulled the zipper down and let her hand caress the smooth, naked skin underneath. She was so warm, and it felt wonderful. Anna's body was colder than a normal human's, and the warmth of a human's touch was always wonderful to her. This might be her only chance to enjoy it with Katherine. Once she was turned, she would be as cold as Anna. But there were manifold benefits to her being like them. Anna wasn't worried, but she did intend to enjoy this experience as much as she could.

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"I... g-guess not..." Katherine managed to get out, her face still crimson, her heart beating a mile a minute in her chest. That one, deep kiss had somehow done more to her than most make-out session with the Bastard had ever done. That small, rational part of her mind tried to remind her that this was all only due, probably, to the alcohol, but the voice was silenced by Anna's own. The purple-eyed, blue-green haired girl seemed to be promising so much. A chance at banishing that loneliness that had all but consumed her these past few months, on top of being intimately close to someone again. This might end up being a one-night stand, she could very well just be some heartbroken girl being taken advantage of by someone just looking for a quick score, but at the moment Katherine just didn't care.

With silent permission she let Anna continue, feeling the hand slip around her to the zipper of her dress. She felt the fabric loosen its grip of her body as it was pulled down. And when Anna's hand slipped in to feel her skin, she took in a sharp breath, jumping a bit, not having noticed before how cold Anna's hand was. It was a sharp contrast to the heat building in her own body, and once she got used to it... it wasn't so bad.

Unsure what to do with her own hands, though, Katherine ended up just laying there, looking at Anna, almost feeling again like she was some teenager about to have her first time. Finally taking a bit of initiative, she moved closer to Anna, closing the distance between their lips again, this kiss a bit more confident and open than the previous one.

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Katherine's lips tasted lovely, and Anna eagerly returned the kiss, pushing into it and pressing her body against Katherine's. The girl finally seemed to be loosening up, and Anna couldn't contain her glee. Her hands caressed the soft skin of Katherine's back, roaming over her skin as if trying to feel every inch of her. She removed one of her hands, finding Katherine's and guiding it down to her hips. It had been a long time since Anna had felt any real passion while being with a human, but she felt it now, coursing through her veins like fire. It was wonderful, and she wanted more. If the girl was prepared to go this far, then perhaps she could be coaxed into going a little further.

After a moment, Anna broke the kiss, pulling away with a deep sigh. "You really are something special, Katherine," she said, running a hand through her hair and giving her a smile. "It's been a long time since anyone has grabbed my attention like you. You must be truly remarkable." She at up, her hands finding the zipper to her own dress and pulling it down. She slid the thin straps of cloth holding the dress up down over her shoulders and let it fall, revealing her pale, breasts. Her skin seemed to shine in the dim light, and she smiled down at Katherine.

"You know, I don't show this to just anyone," she said, leaning down and whispering in Katherine's ear. "People tend to think I'm easy just because I hang out and the club and tend to get friendly with people, but the truth is I'm quite reserved. My sister is the promiscuous one. Don't tell her I said that though."

She lay back down next to Katherine. She took one of Katherine's hands and placed it on the cool flesh of her breast. She let out a shaky breath, enjoying the feeling of Katherine's warm hand against her. "Don't worry, Katherine. I promised I'd make you forget about the past tonight. So let me in, and I'll take care of you." She leaned back in and kissed Katherine deeply, letting their tongues dance together.

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Katherine laid there, feeling out of breath when Anna pulled away again. She would have been the first to protest that she was something special or remarkable, but... her head was a jumbled mess. Part of her was still screaming that she shouldn't be doing this, while the other part begged for her to let it happen, to feel close to someone again, and end that sexual dry spell she had been in ever since her break-up. So what if it was with a woman, her mind argued. That just meant she had less to worry about, right? No risk of getting pregnant from a one-night stand, that was always a big bonus. And Anna seemed to be truly thinking of how she felt, where as most men would likely only be concerned about how quickly they could get their load off.

Her eyes flickered over each bit of skin as it was exposed when Anna let her dress fall down. The guys had certainly messed up by letting a girl as beautiful as Anna turn away from them. The girl almost seemed to shine in the dim light of the room, and combined with those purple eyes and blue hair... Anna was just surreal, stunning, absolutely beautiful. Katherine couldn't help but feel a little jealous, to be honest, doubting that she looked even half that good.

"You're cold..." she said when her hand was pulled onto Anna's breast, before the girl leaned down to whisper in her ear. Anna's sister was mentioned again, and she was worried for a moment about doing this. What if her sister came home and caught them? But her thoughts were silenced again when Anna claimed her lips with her own. The brunette opened her mouth a bit, letting their tongues dance together, as her hand played lightly with Anna's chest, just doing what she knew that she liked being done to her. Hopefully that translated well for Anna... but the girl had what she wanted. Katherine was wide open to Anna, all but putty in her hands...

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Anna smiled as Katherine finally opened up. It wasn't often that a human could resist her charms, and Katherine ultimately hadn't been able to resist her either. It helped that Anna knew what buttons to push, what to do and say to get what she wanted. As Katherine's fingers caressed her breast, Anna let out a gentle sigh. There had been a time, long ago, when she had preferred the company of men. Even now, she had to admit there was something uniquely wonderful about being penetrated. But it didn't come close to being with another woman. No matter what kind of man she laid with, whether they were selfish or kind, they all had the same problem; none of them truly knew what it was she wanted, what would make her feel good. Women though, they always knew, and Katherine was no different.

"Sorry about that," Anna replied with a playful smile. "I guess you could say I have... bad circulation." Gently, she rolled the girl over onto her back. She climbed on top of her, straddling Katherine's stomach, and smiled down at her. "I'm glad you decided to join me tonight. I was so very bored you see. And it's been a long time since I've met someone as kind and genuine as you. It's very difficult to meet people like you in that place, as I'm sure you can imagine. Everyone is far too concerned with maintaining their fictitious personalities."

Anna let her fingers trace lightly down Katherine's chest, slowly massaging the girl's wonderful breasts. She stared into Katherine's eyes as she continued to fondle her, a small smile playing on her lips. The loos fabric of her dress pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts and midriff completely exposed. There was something amazing about showing her body to another woman like this, about letting her see and touch every inch of her. Her sister had often accused her of being an exhibitionist, but Anna didn't see it that way. It wasn't as though she went around showing her body off to strangers on the street, after all. But she couldn't deny that she did enjoy being looked at, and Katherine's gaze sent shivers down her spine.


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Now that Clara lived by herself some things stuck, others didn't. First of all, she had had a number of boyfriends already, never for very long since she didn't want to take the time to keep them but she had her fun. She also dressed a bit more her age, not slutty by any means but she wasn't as afraid to show some skin. Clara had a great body after all, she was petite maybe, kept small by her time spent in gymnastics, but she was also fit thanks to it as well. She had breasts that weren't exactly large but certainly perky and she still had just the right amount of curves. Her hair hair was long and a rich, dark brown color; she rarely ever cut it and it hung down to the middle of her back, never in a pony tail. She had a pretty face, too, which was often lit up by her bright smile. There were plenty of men who were interested in her, yet the one rule she had stuck with was the idea of remaining a virgin until she was married, which was part of the reason why her relationships never lasted. She had let men grope her and she had made out plenty of times, but that was it. She didn't like the idea of blow jobs, or even hand jobs, so that wasn't even on the table. Her parents had raised her to not be as open sexually, and they had been very successful with that.

With a sigh she flopped down onto the couch in her living room. Today she wore a pair of jeans shorts and a tight tank top that showed off her curves and small body, it was a bit short and showed off her flat stomach as well. Living such a privileged life it shouldn't come as a surprise that she could be a bit of a bitch, she thought that she was better than everyone else and wasn't afraid to let everyone know it, but being a bitch had never gotten her into any trouble because in the end people were afraid to mess with her. Everything worked out great for her, she got to do what she wanted with no consequences at all.

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Down the hall, a silent shadow stirred. Fabio exited out of the trash compactor room, bronze eyes staring down the halls. It had taken him days to get a copy of this key made, but earlier today he had tested it on her apartment, and it worked. Just a testament to his spurned anger, as he had snuck into the superintendent's area to even get the key. He had been following her for a long time.

Finally it would be his time to show her how they were made for each other. One might call it stalking, a dangerous level of following. But he would say, "I am making her mine." A tall, dangerous stranger. Coarse, thick hands. A rugged looking face, tan, shaved into a goatee, his short, onyx colored hair was cut smooth and slicked back, covered in a black top hat, and his bronze eyes and features were revealing of his hispanic blood. His chest was rugged and rough.

He remembered just how short she was up against him, when he had asked her out, the crown of her pretty little head barely reaching his chest. Her rejection had stung him, but he was hungry, like a beast. And now he could be denied no longer.

Dressed in a smooth black suit, it made him look slick, but also hard to notice on the darkness of the hallway. Carrying a strange cloth in one hand, his other turned the key into the light quietly, the click barely audible. Slipping quickly inside and hiding in the hall, he checked to see if he was immediately noticed.

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Clara thought she heard something and she sat up for a moment, glancing around, but there was no one there. It had probably been nothing. With a sigh she stood up, stretching slightly as she started to walk towards her bedroom, planning on taking a shower or something, at least changing into her pajamas. She didn't seem to notice that anything was off as she stepped into her room, walking over to her dresser and pulling out some pajamas to change into. She had planning on a quiet evening, no parties or hanging out or anything, just her relaxing in her apartment, watching some television and using her lap top before getting a good nights sleep. She was usually very active with her friends, but this weekend she had planned on just relaxing a bit, maybe hanging out with one or two people but not really doing much.

She started to get undressed, slipping her tank top off to show her smooth stomach and her breasts, which were still hidden behind her simple white lace bra. She pulled her shorts off next and stood there in her underwear for a moment, her panties a light blue color with pink hearts. She stretched a bit after she was undressed, enjoying the feeling of being nearly naked. Sometimes when she was home she just walked around the house naked or in her underwear, just because she could. No one was ever there to see her after all.

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Fabio quietly and patiently ducked into her kitchen, his eyes upon her, still clutching that strange cloth. His bronze, deep eyes rooted upon her, watching her as she undressed. He was mesmerized by her fine body, her thin but attractive features, her petite size.

He reminisced back to the day she had spurned him, rejected him. That fine summer day there was this same scent, sweet and inviting. He had wanted to not just taste that scent, but possess, control it. He wanted to make her his, and not just because she was wanted by so many others, but because he could not live without her. They were destined, he would take her.

Her expensive, comfortable carpet just disguised his footsteps as he snuck behind the sofa, her eyes caught elsewhere as she merely stretched out to relax for the evening. She was already dressed provocatively just for him, after all. Reaching his harsh hand out for her, he cupped her lips immediately. He quickly pulled the cloth he was holding over her lips, pulling it behind to tie it tightly within her strands of long, fine hair. He needed to silence her. After all, it wouldn't do for her to yell for help before they consummate their relationship tonight. She needed to be taught she was his.

The texture of his hands was rough, like sandpaper, as he climbed over the sofa, reaching for her wrists to try and keep her from escaping. His breath was ragged and rough, as she was so very near to him, and he wanted nothing more than to taste her, use her, abuse her.

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Clara didn't hear any footsteps or think that anything was wrong, feeling comfortable as she stood there. She was about to move and do something else when she felt the hand cupping her lips and then the cloth being pulled over her lips and tied behind her head, covering the scream that she immediately made, muffling the sound. Her eyes were wide, feeling the man's rough hands touching her. She immediately tried to run away, kicking and screaming, her head turning to see who it was. She didn't recognize him at first, not now in her fright at least. He had never meant much to her after all so it shouldn't be a surprise that she didn't even recognize who he was, not right away at the very least.

Clara screamed and pulled at her hands, desperately trying to free herself from his grasp, she could even hear him breathing, he was so close to her. It was made even worse by the fact that she was so small, able to be overpowered so much by him. He was tall and strong, his hands were so rough when they touched her soft skin. He wasn't some pampered princess like her. She struggled even more, trying to kick at him with her legs, pulling her hands. She just needed to get away from him and get out of her apartment, take the cloth off of her mouth and scream for help.

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"Clara." Fabio whispered, his voice harsh, commanding her attention. He gripped her wrists tightly, laying his heavier form on top of her own. His weight was so immense, that he was pinning her, squeezing her into the sofa. His knees forced her legs to spread wide apart, and once he had her pinned down, he took off his suit jacket, tossing it aside. Gripping her long strands of fine hair, his fingers pulled tautly, tightly, causing her to crane back her neck, so his lips could kiss along her delicate skin, against the sensitive area underneath her ear.

Gripping her tightly, he began to move his hips against hers, rubbing his still clothed shaft into her barely covered sex. His hands began to ravage her body, their texture rough like sandpaper against her skin, as he moved them over her thin stomach, cupping, testing, touching. She was so delicate, small, and beautiful. Her screams only encouraged him, and he whispered to her once more.

"Clara, don't worry love. Tonight I will take you, finally." As he spoke, he pressed his hips especially hard against hers, beginning to rub into her body, so desperate he was for her that any friction, any action he could get would please him. By contrast to her he was impossibly strong, his hands gripping her, possessing her, hurting her to keep her from escaping.

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Clara squirmed even more, her body being pushed back against the sofa with his weight, pinning her there. She screamed and screamed, hearing his rough voice as he gripped her wrists tightly. His knees forced her legs apart and he removed his jacket, which made her more nervous somehow. He was getting comfortable it seemed, as if he was settling in. This couldn't be happening to her, she knew what he wanted, it was obvious to her, but she didn't want to believe it. His hands in her hair forced her head to be pulled back, his lips kissing along the skin of her neck and up to her ear.

She screamed louder, screaming and crying and trying to move away from him, not that there really was any point in even trying, he was bigger than her and he had her pinned there with no chance of getting away, not with her petite size and strength. Why did she have to get undressed? It just left her even more accessible to him, his rough hand touching her while his hips pushed against hers. It made her skin crawl, made her want to break into tears.

His voice... he spoke again and she thought she recognized it... she wasn't sure who he was still, but he was familiar, he knew her. She could only cry and shake her head, feeling him press against her even more firmly, rubbing against her. No, this couldn't happen, he couldn't do this. She couldn't lose her virginity like this, not to this man...

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While she may have felt miserable, Fabio was in heaven with hr soft body beneath him. His rough, ridged fingers reached under her bra, pulling it upward to uncover and free her breasts. His rough breath sighed with pleasure when his hands made contact, their coarse texture rubbing, squeezing against her surface, his rugged, unrelenting hands gripping and moving along her nipples, scratching them.

She felt him undo his belt, his white shirt still on as he began to slide his pants and boxers down. He began to push the head of his large member up against her panties, poking into her surface. Much like the rest of him it was sizable, and to one such as she who had teased many a man, she had at least some idea of their size. Moving the head up against the still covered cleft of her sex, he began to push, as if already he wanted to be inside her, though she could not see.

His fingers pinched her nipples tightly, as his patience continued to wane. He wanted to play with her more, but her closeness was too much for his craving. He had planned this day, many underhanded techniques, and now finally he could literally taste her, his ridged tongue moving against her neck, the harsh texture of his taste buds testing her delicate skin as he gripped her tight ass, pulling her to meet his thrusts into her panties, the head already slick with his precum. If it weren't for the thin barrier, he surely would have gone inside her already, and the pressing of the head unto her untainted hole was slightly painful.

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It didn't take much for her breasts to pop out, the bra pushed up above and freeing them, allowing his hands to touch them. Clara could feel Fabio's breath against her neck, giving her goosebumps and making ever hair on her body stand on end. He was a predator, everything about him screamed at her to be afraid, to get away from him however she could, but right now it seemed that to get away would be impossible, he had her pinned against the couch, his body pressing against her so that she could hardly move, and when she was able to it was as if he didn't even notice her. She was so small compared to him, so weak, and she couldn't do anything to stop his hands from touching her breasts, ripping her nipples and scratching them, making her scream even louder.

Touching her breasts was nothing compared to the sounds of his pants being undone, though, his hand undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down onto the ground, his large member then pushing up against her panties. She started to shake from fear at that point, terrified at what this large cock was going to do to her, he was going to rip her apart, she was too small for him, it couldn't possibly work. She started to shake her head, saying please over and over again, though it was impossible to tell what she was saying as she pleaded for him to stop.

She cried out as he pinched her nipples, feeling how anxious he was becoming, urgent and wanting to do more, which made her even more terrified. Please, dear god, please just stop! His tongue licking her neck and then his hands grabbing her ass, thrusting against her as if her panties weren't there, though thank god they were otherwise her virginity would be gone already. She could tell it wasn't going to last long, though, and she started to cry harder.

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Fabio looked straight into her gorgeous eyes with his own intense ones, their eyes burning like fire. Surely she would recognize him now, a strong sportsman who also had courted her so gingerly. Why had she rejected him? Was he not cool enough? She had made fun of him even to her friends, telling them how he was clumsy, ugly, and couldn't satisfy a woman. "I heard what you said about me to your friends. But I see now, that you were baiting me into showing you my love, my ability to satisfy you. I see now that you need me to show you just how much I can satisfy you." He kissed her tears as she cried, but in his warped mind, her screams and cries were asking him to fuck her, to destroy her, to use her pussy and make her his.

His dark mind had warped, twisted himself just to make them the perfect couple, and all he could think of was how he had to consummate their love. Pulling her panties down her legs, he kicked them aside, before once more pulling her legs wide apart. He began to move the huge shaft of his cock up against her, moving it along her walls, the head becoming lodged along the cleft of her sex, teasing it, moving between the surface of her lips. He became lodged against her virgin entrance, the head just too wide to easily make it inside.

Grasping her wrists to keep her from stopping him tightly, his nails dug painfully into her skin as he pulled her arms away hard enough to possibly strain her muscles if she dared to resist. Slowly, strenuously, the tip of the head began to part her, spread her painfully open, until finally the rest of the head made it inside her, pushing forward to tear her hymen and pushing her walls painfully hard apart, the flesh being nearly torn to receive him shallow inside her. His shaft was so wide, and the shock of his entrance was perhaps paralyzing to her, his thickness so wide that it would force apart her inner muscles. Deeper he pushed in and the sensation was amplified, he was so large and splitting her apart, until the head hit against the end of her region near her cervix, only a portion of his desire for her inside her.

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Clara's eyes widened as Fabio looked at her, recognizing him immediately, remembering her rejection of him not all that long ago. It had been cruel and very public, she had made fun of him with her friends, teasing him incessantly. He was a loser, someone who didn't ever have a chance with someone like her, they had said just about every insult in the book, and all of it was just for fun. They liked to pick on people, whether they deserved it or not, but that was biting her in the ass now. Had he come to get revenge? That was what it seemed like to her, coming to punish her. Unless... unless he really was delusional and he thought that she really did want him, that she really did want him to do this. She cried even more, screaming and fighting, but it was no use.

She cried and screamed, pulling her panties down her legs and then off of her, pulling her legs apart despite how much she tried to stop him, easily getting between her and touching his cock to her sex, pressing it there right at her entrance. There was no way it would fit, he was going to split her in half if he tried that. She started to fight wildly, crying and screaming even more, but his held her wrists so firmly, digging his nails into her skin and making her cry out again. As she tried to move her arms she found it painful, and meanwhile his cock was starting to push into her, spreading her and working at lodging himself into her tight hole. It wasn't going to fit, it couldn't.

Somehow, though, he made it happen, pushing his cock into her and thrusting forward, painfully tearing her hymen and forcing her walls apart, nearly tearing her apart as she screamed uncontrollably, loudly sobbing from the pain. She was no longer resisting, unable to as she was frozen from the pain that he was causing her as he forced himself into her pussy. It wasn't just the pain from him tearing her hymen but just the sensation of his cock pushing her apart, making her muscles stretch in a way that they weren't meant to. He really was splitting her apart, he was going to break her and he wasn't even completely in her yet. Her body was trembling as she sobbed and screamed in pain, trying to move her body away from him, anything to get him out of her.

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This was it, what Fabio had waited for. "It's so good inside you." He whispered quietly, as he encouraged her to wrap her legs about his hips, so he could get deeper. Slowly he began to thrust into her tight, tiny body, his huge dick nothing like she would have ever known. His size much too big for her tightness, he soon found himself hitting against her cervix, his lips upon her neck, kissing, sucking deep. As she tried her hardest to escape, he fought back, slapping her face roughly, his palm leaving a stinging red mark in the shape of his fingers.

Gripping her long strands of hair and pulling tight, painfully causing her to crane her head back, he tried to get deeper inside her. "Push with me, help me get deeper." He demanded, pulling tighter upon her long, beautiful strands of hair as the tip of his cock became lodged against her cervix. He wanted nothing more than to be fully inside her, to dominate and take over her body, to release what she had pent up in him after so long. "Does it hurt? You're so tight inside."

His length may have felt like torture to her, spreading her inner walls wide apart, he began to pound her, long, deep, and painful thrusts. He wanted her muscles to clamp over him with her shocks of pain, and each time the head would hit painfully against her cervix, as if trying to force himself deeper. How it must have driven her insane, her walls unable to clamp upon this invader that was so wide, hard and harsh, tearing her apart, and it was only motivated to keep doing so, wound her walls just to get her to clamp over him tightly. He wanted her and he didn't even notice how much he was hurting her in the process.

To him her tight, slick grip was like heaven and he wanted to be in her, again and again. The only thing that stopped him from speeding up was that he didn't want to cum too soon inside her wonderful body, his bronze colored eyes again deeply looking into her own as if to convey how good she made him feel.

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It was good for him, but torture for Clara. If the cloth wasn't around her mouth then everyone in her apartment complex would have heard her screams, his cock splitting her in two, tearing her apart as it forced its way into her tiny body. He was too big, far too big for her small, petite body. He wasn't even inside her completely and he was hitting her cervix. When she tried to escape, though, it only got her a slap across the face, knocking her head to the side from the force, adding the stinging pain to the pain that he was already causing her. She couldn't stop her fighting, though, she had to get away, he was going to destroy her if she didn't get away.

His hand on her hair forced her head to pull back as he tried to get even deeper into her body, each push forward causing a shock wave of pain through her body, making her scream even louder. How could he expect her to help him get deeper? He couldn't go any deeper, she couldn't handle it! He was pushing against her cervix, the pain only increasing the more he tried to push into her, forcing his body against her. Does it hurt? How could he even ask that when her face only showed her expression of pain, pain that she had never felt before as his cock pushed into her tightness, the only lubricant caused by the blood from her broken hymen.

As he started to thrust into her it only got worse, his cock bringing shocks of pain to her body, crying out and screaming each time he hit her cervix, making her try and push away from him again. He couldn't go deeper, it wasn't possible. His thrusting cock was causing her pussy to tear, she could feel it, making her bleed more, something that was somewhat of a blessing even as it gave her some added lubricant to make up for the lack of her own wetness.

Thank god he didn't speed up, though at the same time the sooner he was done the better, she wanted him to be done so that he could move himself out of her abused pussy.

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Fabio's rough, rugged thrust stopped for a moment as the very tip of his cock made it into her cervix, becoming lodged. Moving, grinding his hips against her, she felt it begin to part her cervix open, the head straining and barraging its way inward, until the rubber band tightness of her cervix was painfully parted open, forced to wrap around the base just past the head, gripping tightly. He'd never be able to get out of her now without softening, the head entering her womb.

His hips began to speed was he felt just where he was inside her, his saliva dripping on her cheek as he became unhinged, pounding into her body. The head hitting into the walls of her womb as he went fully deep inside her, the shaft so wide as to continue to tear her for his own pleasure, the pleasure of being embedded this deep inside her. Her body felt like it was breaking on his dick, and the way she moved, trying to arch her hips to get him out of her, only excited him, made him want to hurt her more.

Gripping his hands around her beautiful porcelain throat, he gripped tightly, beginning to choke her inadvertently from all the pleasure he was in. "Squeeze tighter, Clare." He demanded, his vice grip on her neck enough that if she was not careful, he would break her spine, even as he choked the air out of her trying to get her to comply. His balls swelled as they hit against her ass, digging deep into her body seeking release.

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The pain Clara was feeling already was nothing compared to what she felt when he forced his went into her cervix, forcing it open in a way that she knew shouldn't even be possible. She screamed and cried, her body squirming underneath him in an attempt to stop him, but he kept moving forward. He was being forceful, pushing and grinding against her cervix, forcing his way into her womb until it gave way, making her scream even louder, her entire body trembling from the pain as he lodged himself deep into her, his head in her womb. She was stretched as far as she possibly could stretch, his cock filling her so completely, yet she felt no pleasure from the act, perhaps had he tried to make her enjoy it she would have, but that was clearly not his goal as he forced himself on her.

It only became worse as he began to speed up his thrusts, his saliva dripping down her cheek as he pounded into her small body with extreme force. She felt as if he was going to just keep going, that he would push all the way through her body, cutting her in half. His cock in her womb was so unnatural and the most painful of all of it, and now she felt as if he was stuck inside of her even, that there was no way he would be able to get out of her, it was too tight, her cervix gripping him the tights of all as it tried to remain closed like it was supposed to.

Her screams were stopped as his hands found her throat, gripping her tightly and choking her. Squeeze tighter? How could she be any tighter? His grip was scaring her, though, choking her and threatening to cause even more long lasting damages. He as strong enough that he could just snap her neck, end it all for her right there or at least leave her seriously injured. She tried to do what he said, squeezing tighter, feeling as if she really was just going to burst, that he would destroy her completely. Already she was bleeding, parts of her pussy tearing from his rough treatment, but she felt like all of it would just split in half, that he was going to break her. Yet she squeezed tighter, her pussy gripping his cock even tighter. She did it desperately, wanting him to release her, to let her breath. She was starting to feel dizzy, though the pain wasn't becoming dulled, still feeling each thrust as it sent shock waves through her petite figure.

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Fabio's body began to shake, shiver atop hers. Clearly he was near his release, and as she squeezed him tighter by his request, his lips released a long, throaty growl of passion. Plunging harder and harder as if he wanted to go even past her womb, he lay completely atop her now, no longer looking at her face as his hands released her throat thankfully for her body.

He couldn't even warn her he was about to cum, as his balls swelled and he began to release. But something extreme happened then, her tight bruised walls that had begun to swell from his pounding squeezed him too tight, and he was unable to release inside her, her tight chamber clamping his meat too tight, and in the midst of his dry orgasm he began to pound harder, his hips hitting into hers with near enough force to break her pelvis. His body shaking so hard told her he should be cumming, but he was stuck in the midst of his climax, unable to spurt his seed inside her for how tight she was.

This painful extreme only made him tear at her walls all the more as if he wanted to break her just wide enough that his balls could empty inside her, yet at the same time he wanted to be stuck in this orgasm her body had induced forever. "God, don't stop baby, you're too tight." He sighed, cupping her ass tight, preventing her from pulling her hips away, he didn't want to ejaculate just yet...

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He was almost done, he was going to finish and then this whole thing would be over. Clara found herself just wishing for the end, taking a deep breath and coughing after he released her throat, getting her body the oxygen that it desperately needed before she passed out. She didn't even care that he was going to finish inside her, that she would have to act quickly in order to not end up pregnant from this ordeal, she just wanted him to be finished and for the pain to end. He was thrusting into her harder and harder each time, she as sure he was going to push even farther than her womb if that was possible, he was going to kill her with his cock if he didn't stop soon.

When he was supposed to cum, though, when she was sure he was finished nothing happened, he didn't shoot his seed into her but instead seemed to be having an orgasm where nothing came out and he was pushing against her with such force that she knew he was going to break her underneath him. It was as if he was stuck inside of her tightness, his cum unable to come out due to how tight her body was clenching his cock, her pussy tearing even more as he tried to force it to accommodate him. Her pussy was too tight to let him finish inside of her and so he was going to keep pounding into her until he forced it to let him, destroying her in the process.

He stopped her from pulling away from him, holding her there with his cock buried deep inside of her, deeper than should be possible. She could feel every inch of his cock as he stretched her pussy and even her womb, pounding her hard as he was in a state of never ending orgasm meanwhile she was in a state of never ending pain, she only hoped the more that her pussy teared, sending sharp pains through her body, the closer he would be to finishing.

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"Don't you yell out, or I'll kill you." Fabio spoke heady, harsh as he pulled the gag very slightly off her lips, his hands near her throat, prepared to stop her if she yelled. "Tell me how it feels for me to be inside you." He spoke desperately, lodged inside her still. It really did feel like he was breaking her, and he almost though he heard a sound like tearing flesh as he hardened and swelled inside her

His lips kissed her own after her reply, his tongue trying to force its way deep inside her mouth, raping it much like he raped her tiny pussy. "You're breaking, baby, it feels so good." He whispered as he felt the dominance, the satisfaction of breaking her body with his lust, getting his revenge, controlling her so. It was the best feeling ever, as as he pounded harder and harder, something within her body finally gave way, her muscles tearing and/or loosening enough that finally he had the room he needed to climax. Harder and harder, involuntary thrusts now as his body moved of its own accord in release. The first spurt of his cum painfully inside her womb shot like a painfully sharp, hot blast.

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Clara believed what he said and it took all of her strength and will not to scream out, not even in an attempt to call for help but just from the pain he was causing her, tearing her body with his cock. "I-it h-hurts... please... please stop... you're filling me up completely, too big, please" she said in between sharp intakes of breath as she felt a particularly sharp pain, biting her lip as she tried not to scream. It was a good thing he started to kiss her, not that she wanted to feel his tongue forcing its way into her mouth but because it allowed her to cry out in pain, but instead of the gag muffling her cries it was his lips. He was right, he was breaking her, though it didn't feel good to her, not that he seemed to care. His large cock was ripping her apart, forcing its way into her and getting what he wanted.

She screamed louder than ever when finally it seemed he had broken her, or that was what it found like at least, her muscles tearing and loosening finally so that he had more room. His thrusts became harder, making the pain that much worse as her pussy bled from his rough fucking, his cum shooting deep into her womb and making her squirm and cry out. It was done, he was finished, and though he might have ruined her pussy for ever and destroyed her body at least it was all over... she just wanted him to pull out, to leave her battered pussy after filling it with his seed.

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Fabio continued to spurt, empty his cum inside her, until her womb was full of the scalding hot fluid, so much of himself released in her, each jet of his cum painfully stinging the walls of her womb. His lips only brutalized her own as he came, a singular pleasure against her singular pain, as they felt complete opposites in this insane coupling.

"You're mine now. If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." He spoke, still heaving his breath, still inside her despite how she had hated his invasion, as if he didn't want to be out of her tightness after how good it had felt, as if he wanted to sleep like this while inside her.

Surely he had gotten what he wanted? And yet his mind was turning, already planning his next exploit of her. "I'll be back every night, to take you, claim you as mine. Make sure to always prepare for me."

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Each spurt of cum hit the walls of Clara's womb, painfully stinging her and making her cry out more, meanwhile his lips were attacking hers, clearly enjoying every moment of this while she was in agonizing pain, pain that she had never imagined before. She cried harder as he threatened her, telling her that he would kill her if he told anyone, though at this point she was thinking that death would be more merciful. He was done and yet he didn't move out of her even, holding himself there in her bleeding sex, enjoying her even more. He had to be done, he had to be finished, she couldn't take anymore.

Every night, she couldn't do that, she wouldn't survive. No, she would tell the police, they would capture him and protect her so he wouldn't even be able to kill her or get near her. She would tell them and they would punish him and then he could go to prison and be raped himself. She didn't say any of this to him, planning it in her head. She couldn't let this happen again and definitely not every night, not when she was sure she wouldn't be able to walk after today.


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Caroline Hampstead had always been considered a good girl. The type of girl that guys want to bring home to meet their parents, to take to dances and be seen with in public. When it came to sex or other things; though she was not known as the girl that guys went to for such things. She was seen as nice and polite and had a number of guys who wanted to date her.

Her long red hair and petite build, didn't make her exactly jump with sexuality either but she was attractive just not a come get me and have your way with me look. Well, the girl had decided that tonight, tonight everyone would see a new side of Caroline. She got her best friend, Amanda, to help her get ready. It took some shopping and a little while but when she was done; she had on a very short mini-skirt, a button up to, a lace bra, thongs and was done up to not look innocent or like the nice girl.

The reason for the transformation, Caroline was hoping would be there. He was the type of boy that usually parents tell girls to stay away from but she had been infatuated with him for a while now. She had found out though what kind of girls he likes, so to gain his attention she would have to change into what she was now.

The girl arrived at the party; she had a few drinks to settle her nerves and then went looking for the reason she came here. She got a lot of looks from people; a great many in disbelief but the girl ignored them. Searching from room to room, she finally found him and started to walk towards him.

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Dominic Krane always got what he wanted, though this was normally because what he wanted would come to him. A high school senior who had turned eighteen a few months ago he had figured out what he considered to be the secret to getting whatever one wanted from the girls in his high school and even older ladies, his list of conquests was long, public, and even included two teachers if you believed the rumors. Some people might have thought the good looking wealthy guy with a bad attitude was a little cliché but in Dominic's mind that is what helped it work, it was an old classic, something that worked because it had been tried and tested for so long that it was a part of the public's consciousness.

His parents did quite well for themselves all things considering, they were upper middle class and closing in on the day when the word middle would be removed from that all together. They had money and they had friends in high places and they had a son who just wanted to cause as much trouble as he could because it was amusing to him. A year before he had been in a boarding school though he had been kicked out after he had stolen the principle's car and after seducing the mans daughter in it, wrapped it around a pole. That wasn't even the worst of the things that he had done, only one that he had gotten caught with and now at a new school he was causing plenty of new problems just because he could.

Tonight he was attending a party, torn jeans, tight designer t-shirt that showed off the geometric patterns that he had tattooed on both upper arms (which ran together and met across his back), and a pair of black combat boots were all put together for a look that showed how little he cared while still looking good. In his hand was a bottle of vodka that he had put quite a dent into with his drinking that night though he hardly seemed to be even bothered, having started drinking when he was thirteen and it took a lot to bother him these days.

As he drank from the bottle a group of people had gathered around him, all of them waiting for whatever he would be doing that night, no doubt expecting there to be a fight of some sort. There was already a scantily clad blonde rubbing up against him, trying to get his attention and growing more and more desperate as he continued to just ignore her, a few days ago he had gone through a rather public break up and it seemed that someone already wanted to fill that position. Something caught his eye out of the corner of the room, a girl from school... Caroline he thought his name was, a nice enough girl who he was pretty sure he had caught checking him out many times... and she was dressed far differently from normal and heading for him. Dominic smirked a little, this could be interesting.

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Everyone knew Dominic or knew of Dominic most of the girls wanted to be with him; most of the guys wanted to be some version of him. Caroline had figured his family wasn't hurting for money; but that didn't matter all that much to her. Her family wasn't hurting for money either though that helped her probably with popularity as she was sure Dominic would have been as popular as he was either way.

Caroline was well aware of his breakup, she might have found out anyway but with how public it was it made it hard to ignore. Her last boyfriend had done like so many before; went out with her until she would find out they were cheating on the side. She was tired of it and tired of being seen as a good girl; she figured she just couldn't be a good as everyone thought if the guy she really wanted was Dominic.

She noticed the other guys around him, noticed the blond acting like she was in heat and noticed him spotting her. She wandered over to the group, One of the guys, apparently just realized who she was and started chocking on the bottle that was being passed around. Though it was easy to tell by the stares of the guys that it wasn't because any of them thought she looked bad in what she had on, so much as being surprised that it was her in that outfit. The bottle got passed to her and she took a drink, another apparent shocker. Then she handed the bottle to Dominic.

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Dominic didn't even know the name of the blonde who was making a fool of herself as she ground against him, true she had gotten a reaction from his body and he would have likely fucked her but something more interesting was presenting itself to him at the moment. Caroline was a good girl, the kind that you could take home to your parents without any worry about them disapproving or commenting about how she was beneath him later on, not that he cared of course but an idea was occurring to him. He was used to whores and sluts throwing themselves at him, he liked it when they had to compete for his attention and affection, he enjoyed making them work for what they wanted when he had the filthiest things imaginable in mind for them... but to have a good girl trying to get his attention, this wasn't something new but rarely would they show up at a party to see him instead of offering to tutor him or something equally dull.

As she took a drink from the bottle Dominic raised an eyebrow, taking it from her and taking a long pull as the blonde dipped low, as though dancing against him like he was a stripper pole. Seeing a chance to get a reaction Dominic put a hand on her head, keeping her down near the ground and pressing his crotch to her face, grinding roughly against her through his jeans though she just tried to move to undo his jeans... only to have her hands slapped away. This wasn't about him getting off, this was about him degrading a younger girl from the school in front of Caroline, to see how she would react.

"Caroline right..." He asked slowly before taking another pull of the bottle, not feeling like handing it off to anyone else just yet. "Can't say I expected to see you at this party, I didn't know it was your sort of thing." He was practically sneering at her now, something between contempt and amusement on his voice but hunger in his eyes as he looked her over, she was showing quite a lot of skin. "What do you think about it... not going to call the police about the under aged drinking are you?"

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Caroline had not been oblivious to the string of girls, mostly whom were incredibly easy, that Dominic seemed to always have around him. She wondered what he did with them; she had heard story or two but it's never easy to tell if the rumors are true. She had heard of girls going the tutoring route, and that just didn't seem like the thing to really get Dominic's attention, no this was a better idea. The element of surprise or something.

Watching as Dominic degraded the blonde girl, who she figured to be either her own age or maybe slightly younger, was interesting. Caroline couldn't help but imagine for a moment what it would be like to be the one being pushed down and denied like that; she pushed the thought out of her head. Couldn't think such things, could she?  She said nothing though about the treatment of the other girl; after all it seemed as if the blonde girl wasn't minding it, exactly.

"Yes.." Confirming that was her name. A faint smile could have been caught on her lips to her next question, if it was caught in time. "I thought it might be fun. Was looking for something different to do." Perhaps it was unintended but there was a double meaning to her words. "I wouldn't do that besides, I've had few and would hate to get busted ....might ruin my reputation."  She joked completely at her own expense.

Apparently two of the guys in the group, that had gotten incredibly quiet for a few moments, got the joke because they laughed.

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Dominic was catching on rather quickly to what was going on, he saw the look that Caroline gave to the blonde junior he was currently degrading and it was one that he had seen more then once before, a look that he was pretty good at reading. There was curiosity, it wasn't a look of disgust or pity or even just basic revulsion, Caroline was curious about what it was that Dominic could offer that would make someone willing to go through all this just to be around him. Making sure he was looking into Caroline's eyes as he made his next move Dominic finally allowed the blonde to unzip and reach into his pants, ready to pull out the hard cock that her hand had found within but no sooner had her fingers brushed over it did Dominic push her away with a laugh, towards one of the others guys who was gathered there.

"I put her at eye level with my cock and it takes her that long just to unzip my pants." He said with a small sigh, no doubt clearly disappointed though he was mocking her for not being able to do anything that he was keeping her from trying to do. "Why don't you boys have a little bit of fun with her, maybe once she learns how to properly suck a dick she will stand a chance of holding my attention."

There was a double standard in Dominic's head, what he was doing was almost entirely for his own amusement. Right now the blonde who had just been trying desperately to get his attention was being half dragged away by the four young men who had been hanging out with him and soon she would be getting stuffed by them and others, he was possessive and jealous of what belonged to him, but often enjoyed seeing those who tried and failed to get a hold of his attention being humiliated and degraded, used by others as a source of pleasure. More then once he had tossed aside a girl he was done with only to watch with amusement at the ensuing gang bang.

Not even bothering to zip his pants back up Dominic moved towards Caroline, they were almost alone now as the others who had gathered around him had moved off to have some fun. With a hungry look in his eyes akin to that of a wolf eyeing a wounded deer he approached and grinned wide. "So innocent little Caroline is coming to this party and despite the fact that she just safe a girl practically beg me to face fuck her she is concerned about her reputation... won't attending a party like this count against some sort of civics award?"

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Caroline watched what Dominic did, she watched everything from him allowing his zipper opened, to pushing the blonde girl away to telling the guys around them to have at her. Not to mention the degrading in others ways the blond girl was being forced to endure. She watched it all with that same curiosity in her eyes. Wondering how often he did that kind of thing; was it normal for him.

She also noticed he didn't zip back up but made no movement to leave or move away from him. the girl stood there as he moved closer and seemed to eye her. Hearing what he said about it being against some civics award. "I suppose it would. I'm not that concerned about it."

Caroline wondered just how he was, was he really that good at sex. If he took her what would he do to her? She had a few thoughts but then tried to wipe them from her mind.

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Dominic continued to slowly draw closer to Caroline until he was practically pressed against her, looking down with a small smirk and a glimmer of dark mischief in his eyes. If she were to try to step back he was ready to just grab her and hold her in place, she had gotten his attention now and holding onto it was the safest thing she could do at that very moment. Trying to back away would only anger him and he was known for having a short fuse, but her little coy act wouldn't hold his attention forever and if he got bored he might just take it upon himself to make her a more interesting diversion. She had already drank a decent amount, he had to wonder how well she could hold her liquor, and if he got bored then he might just pull away some of her clothes and have her dance up on a table, maybe find the blonde if she hadn't passed out by then and put her up there for Caroline to lick the cum from her face and cunt.

For a few moments Dominic remained silent, he might be impulsive but he was actually rather bright and people never gave him much credit for that. "I think I know why you are here Caroline." He said softly once he was done with his little thinking. "And if I am wrong then I want you to keep your mouth shut until I have finished.... you are a virgin or maybe you have had sex once or twice but it ended up being immensely disappointing after how long it had been built up in your mind. The experience was probably romantic, after a school dance with the dinner and the dress and the limo, the whole thing. I'm seeing candles, a slow build up where the young man tried desperately to get you wet with what he thought constitutes foreplay... and then after some discomfort and pressure with lots of heavy breathing on his end it was all over. You put on a smile and held him close, telling him how special the moment was when in truth your own fingers would have been far more satisfying."

He chuckled a little bit, honestly he was just trying to screw with her a little bit right then and there, making an honest guess but not caring at all about how close he was to the truth. "Maybe you even let him make love..." Those last words practically dripped sarcasm and scorn, "to you a few more times but you didn't enjoy it and before long he left you for someone who could fake more enthusiasm for him fumbling attempts."

A rumor did come to mind that he thought might have involved Caroline, some jackass cheating on her, he had never cared about the details but he had a vague recollection. "He was sweet though when he tried wasn't he? He did his best, treated you well when he wasn't sleeping around, and maybe you thought you loved him... but you didn't feel a thing. Now you are curious, you have seen the way that I treat the women who I fuck, how I degrade them and humiliate them in public but you have also seen how they keep coming back to me for more." Reaching down he brushed a hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. "You want to know if sex can be so good that all the humiliation is worth it but really I just want to know if your panties are as soaked as I suspect?" His hand was moving steadily upward, pushing towards what he suspected would be a moist piece of fabric.

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The closer Dominic got the more excited Caroline got; it was flirting with danger and it was turning her on even if she didn't want to admit it. Caroline didn't try to move away from him; she just stood there almost mesmerized by all of it; mostly him. She was some place in between drunk and sober at the moment; she didn't drink that often but she wasn't a complete lightweight either. Her mind could only wonder what he was thinking of making her do and she felt herself get more and more excited.

He started speaking; she didn't say anything, complying to his command to keep her mouth shut. She had had sex with one boy, once but just as he said it did nothing for her. There was no fulfillment on her part just a lot of faking it. She knew there had to be more, someone who would be able to give her what she craved, she wasn't exactly sure what that was. Dominic though the way he used and degraded the girls he had around him; she had found intriguing and it made her curious. Much more than a passing curiosity.

It was all correct; with a few minor adjustments but he had read her like a book. It was scary, exciting and was making her grow wet. He was making her grow wet between her legs. He moved his hands upward and she felt a want to spread her legs more for him but didn't move them and she didn't speak as he reached her wet panties.

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Her silence spoke volumes to Dominic; Caroline didn't say a single word against his theory, didn't object or tell him that he was wrong, didn't a make a single noise which just convinced him that he had been right the entire time about what he had been saying. Maybe not all the details but he suspected that he had been close enough to the mark to unsettle her a bit, just to get a tad bit under her skin. Normally he had his fun with the young women and then grew bored but maybe Caroline could be more then just a cock sleeve that he threw aside once she ceased to amuse him, maybe he would be able to find something of a project in her that would manage to hold his interest for longer.

He expected resistance though, thought she would try to squeeze her legs tight together or grab his wrist in order to stop him from touching her in such an intimate manner but instead she did nothing, just stood there still as a statue as his finger first brushed over her panties, lightly at first but then again with more pressure that gave him a good sense of just how wet she was... just how excited. Leaning in now his brushed his lips over her ear, whispering softly in a mockery of intimacy. "Soaked like a beautiful little whore." He mocked her as his fingers gently pulled aside the crotch of her thong and with a single finger he stroked back and forth over her bare and moist slit, making very sure to come close to touching her clit without once ever doing so.

"With one finger I could give you so much more pleasure then the poor excuse for a man that you slept with before Caroline, even in this party, so many people milling around, I could have you screaming in pleasure in just a few moments." Slowly the finger was pushed into her, barely penetrating her at all before he withdrew it, raising the finger to her lips and brushing the moistened digit across her. "But you haven't earned that sort of pleasure Caroline, dressing up like this, coming to the party was enough to catch my interest but hardly enough to earn any real attention."

Slowly he backed away from her, starting to turn away and walk towards a bedroom that he knew would be unoccupied. "If you want that kind of attention then I would suggest you follow me." He instructed her without even a backwards glance. "If not you then there are a dozen others here who would happily do anything for what I can give."

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The more Dominic spoke, the more his words got to Caroline, unsettling her the more she understood the attraction other girls had to him. It was as if not only was he completely in control of the situation; she wanted him to be. Which went against everything she had been told about not letting a man be in charge but there was something so tantalizing about it. Maybe it was just him and if another boy had tried it she wouldn't be nearly as turned on; she really had no idea but the wetness between her legs proved that she was turned on by him; even if she thought that maybe she shouldn't be.

Seeming unable to resist, her legs weren't spread but weren't closed tight, instead they were in a pretty normal stand. It felt good when he touched her; even more when there was more pressure. The words he spoke, degrading her, calling her a whore but at the same time a compliment of beautiful. It was a backhanded compliment; she was smart enough to get that but also realized that was the point. Those words turned her on even more but she didn't want to admit that to herself. Then he moved her panties aside, stroking her, teasing her, making her want more. She knew this wasn't how she should feel about this about him but she couldn't help it.

The girl let out a shaky breath when he pushed his finger into her, just barely more of a tease. The brushing of the finger leaving her own taste on her lips, lingering there. She would have to earn more from him; she wanted to earn more from him. Caroline watched Dominic go towards the bedroom and as if unable to control herself; she followed him into the bedroom. Standing there in anticipation of what would happen next.

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Dominic was confident that she would be following him, no reason at all for him to doubt that she wouldn't follow along. This was honestly something a little bit new to him, so rarely did good girls take the direct approach that it was slightly unfamiliar territory for him. She might not really know what she was doing when she came into that room but that hardly mattered at all to him, he would of course mock her if she lacked any talent and he would do so mercilessly... but she would learn soon enough if she wanted to be allowed to continue to spend time with him. It might be good to start with someone who had no prior experience or at least very little of it, far less habits for him to break her of. No matter how much experience she did or didn't have he would soon have her falling to her knees like a well trained whore for him, pressing her nose into his balls and his tongue against his ass if he had the craving.

Entering the master bedroom of the house, a room that the host of the party had made clear was off limits when the party first started Dominic looked around. The room was rather nice, the furniture was tasteful with a classical dark oak, a large TV dominating one wall and a book case beside it. This room would do, there would be privacy to start things off with Caroline but before long he would be having plenty of fun in public with her.

"Shut the door behind you." He grunted as he pulled his shirt off, stretching slowly before sitting down on the bed, looking to Caroline for the first time. No move was made to get up from the bed, he was in his element now, relaxed and totally in control as he looked her over with a slow appraising eye. "Well here we are Caroline and this is about as far as so many eager young women get with me. Its to late for you to try to just back out now but if you want to keep my attention then you had better get to work real quick. You can either impress me, or I can just fuck your ass and throw you out to the wolves for their amusement."

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This was new to Caroline as well and she really didn't know what she was getting herself into but that was part of the excitement. She wasn't a virgin and had done a few things here and there. She didn't have a ton of experience but the girl figured it couldn't be that hard to pick up whatever it was he could possibly want her to do. Then she would wonder why that idea alone was such a turn on.

It was clearly the master bedroom of the house; she had heard that no one was allowed in here. For some reason; being with Dominic made that rule not matter as much as what he wanted. And she was sure that most people wouldn't even noticed or care that they were in here.

She did as he asked, the door closing behind her. He pulled off his shirt and for a moment she glanced at his chest; it was rather nice to look at. Keep his attention; she wasn't sure how to do that. The alcohol must have gotten slightly to her brain because she found some music on the television, turned it on low and then said... "Well, I've heard I'm a good dancer. Perhaps you'd like a show?"

Where did that come from. She didn't know and didn't think to hard before she started dancing but it wasn't just dancing; instead she was doing more of a well danced strip tease for him. When she was down to nothing but her underwear she stopped and looked at him. "Shall I continue?"  It must be the alcohol; it was the only explanation she had but she seemed less in control of herself than normal.


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It wasn't that Ell disliked Ashley's touch. That was far from it. Her touch was always so tender and sweet. It, her touch, would melt his heart and set his skin ablaze. That touch always made him quiver inside of his chest... a hesitation would always fill him followed by a ginger contentment and fear that it would be gone. Her touches made him feel like she could heal those harden scars, but Ell did not want that right now. He did not want his composure destroyed and rendered asunder right now. The feeling of safety was what he wanted to give her.

"Surely you can beg better than that." His words came out to tease her, but they were not as cruel as his fingers. They dipped between her legs and began their work on her. The fingertips slipped through the curly strands down there and stroked at her lips. They merely rubbed up and down against the soft and delicate outer lips. Slow motions that traced the labia up and down: two fingers, one for each lip. They moved in that slit shape. He further decided to moist her by letting the middle finger fall forward. The pad of the fingertip prodded and pushed against the entrance, but did not enter. He was giving anticipation... yet never the actual action. Again he dipped it forward, this time pushing pass the velvet folds. Knuckle by knuckle the digit entered her.

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"Master," Ashley groaned, her body arching in pleasure as she rose to her toes in shocked pleasure before she quickly remembered her place and dropped back down to resume the same position she had held for what seemed to be an eternity. Closing her eyes, she willingly parted her legs for more of her master's touch, silently pleading for him to continue yet knowing she wasn't to force him to speed up his slow exploration of her most intimate and sensitive part of her. Yet standing still, unable to return his caress was a torture she couldn't stand any more.

Feeling her resolve slacken, she dug her fingernails deeply into her own thighs, struggling to relax and control the wild beat of her heart and ragged breath that was ripped from her throat time and again. Whimpering softly, she whispered soft "master, please... please, oh please let me touch you... I don't know how much more I can take of this..."

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Ell's face lit up into a smile when he heard her please. There was nothing sweeter than hearing the pleas of his pet for him. It filled a void inside of him; it made him felt desired. Ell knew how broken he was inside, but he accepted it and moved on with his life. Right now there was more on his mind then simple scars of the past. His eyes drifted down her body and found her nails digging into her thighs. A frown crossed his face as he gave her a hard stare and waited for her to come to some kind of self-realization.

Ashley was not just Ell's toy, but she was his most prized possession. Ell was a person who had little early in life. She was something he was proud of. He was proud of her and of himself for having her. It was not a stretch to say that she was his pride and joy---there wasn't anything that he cherished more than her. However such affection came with a price. He would accept and love her regardless of whatever his pet thought of herself, but he could never have her hurt herself and mar herself.

"Stop it with the fingers." He spoke simple words in a very calm manner, but it was when he was calm that his mind was the most devious. Ell got off of the bed and walked his way to the closet. "Remove your shirt." Those were the last three words he would speak to her for a while. In his closet was a section of things... toys... and items used for her training. They were all organized into clear plastic tubs and boxes with wheels. He pulled out several of them meaning that he needed a good variety of them.

Ell took a moment to look back at Ashley who now stood naked before him. Upon her nipples were the piercings he gave her. Right now they were the mere thick gold rings she wore normally. At other times he had more elaborate things for her. He stared at her like an artist staring at a blank canvas---imagining what the final master piece would look like and what the first stroke of the brush would be like. Ell truly pondered and eventually found his answer for her.

The first stroke of the brush was executed when Ell tossed her some items from the clothing bin. They were a pair of stockings and gloves. The stockings and gloves were black and sheer---nearly transparent. The stockings went up to the middle of her thighs and the gloves past her elbows. Unlike other gloves and stockings these were made all the way with the same material. There was no hard thick hem lines or anything---just that sheer material that seem to merge right into her skin. There was an obvious aesthetic reason, but the other reason was the feeling of them. The material was sheer enough that it felt like it was both there and not there... it was to draw her mind to her skin... making her all the more self-conscious of her nudity. There was a saying that everything was in your mind... and Ell was very good at exploiting this...

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As soon as the command left Ell's lips, Ashley's fingers laid flat against her thighs, gently grazing her own skin with her restlessness. She found it all the harder to concentrate on remaining still for her master without the sharp bite of her nails on her flesh yet she quickly of his disapproval towards any self-inflicted mark and contented herself with tapping her nails slowly against her thigh, concentrating on the light pressure rather than the need she found growing within her.

Distantly, she contemplated the concern and care he had for her where before had been heartache and pain. It never ceased to amaze her how she could have found such tenderness again after believing for so long that it wasn't meant for her, affection and generosity was something she would never be able to find without a heavy price. But with Ell... despite the humiliation and shame she sometimes felt within his care, there was little in the way of a harsh price for his tenderness and gentle nature towards her.

So lost in thought as she was she nearly missed his next order, only refocusing on him again at the sound of small wheels sliding along the floor. Only then realizing the order he had given her, she quickly pulled the maroon shirt up and over her arching to carefully fold it and set it on the floor at the foot of his bed, out of the way of feet and the wheels of the boxes. Standing in his bedroom, as bare as the day she was born and trembling as she awaited whatever was to come next, Ashley nibbled her bottom lip and watched him gaze at her, his inspection making her trembling stop and her body long to writhe and arch against his own.

With a faint breeze teasing the gold rings through her nipples causing the metal to grow slightly cold and torment her already hard nipples further, she carefully caught the fabric tossed at her. On quick inspection she realized what they were and bit her lip just a tad harder as the barely there fabric slide between her fingers. Putting these on would be a tease to her already sensitive skin as it is and she could only imagine what he has in store for later.

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears, she sat on the edge of the bed and rolled first one stocking up then the other, a shiver racing through her as the thin, sheer material rolled over her skin. With every nerve ending alive along her thighs and calves, Ashley stood to slipped the gloves on one at a time, her hands shaking slightly before she dropped them to rest easily against her thighs fingers just brushing wear the black material met the creamy pale skin. "Master? What next?"

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Ell just kept keeling on the ground as he watched Ashley put on the stockings and gloves. She was a self-conscious girl already and his first stroke on this masterpiece would make her even more so. The material was thick enough to make her aware of it, but thin enough to make her fully aware of her nudity. It was to make her nerves light up and judging from her expression his goal was successful. The bonus was that she looked so beautiful in it---that she robbed the breath from him. Ell was not just staring, he was struggling to regain his composure.

Ell knew of the damage done to her. He had to swallow that rage and anger inside of him. The anger was not at her, but the ones that hurt her before. To him she was never the secondhand or damaged goods she thought she was. Ell did not let his irritation show as to not worry her. Was he possessive or protective? Or both? It did not matter what other thought of him or even what Ashley herself thought... as long as she was safe and happy.

"Turn around, hands behind your back, and bend over the best you can." Those were his words to her as he turned around to start looking through the boxes. The tone of the masterpiece was set and it was time to begin the work. Ell stayed on the cool hardwood floor as he looked through the boxes. Ell preferred to have hardwood floors since they looked nicer then carpet and was much easier to clean. There also something wonderful about waking up in the morning and standing barefoot on hardwoods---letting the coolness of them tingle into his feet and toes.

From the boxes he pulled his first item. It was a pair of soft cuffs. The cuffs were thick leather cuffs that wrapped around the wrists and were secured by rope going through the holes in them. This was so the wrists wouldn't be hurt if there is any struggling or if it was there for long period of time. With just regular rope there were often cases of rope burn. Ell took every chance and effort to avoid harming her. He secured her wrists behind her back---tightening the rope to make sure her arms were stuck there with her hands at her lower back. Yet he was far from done with her.

Ell went back to the boxes and pulled out something even more familiar. It was hand held camera which was obviously recording her right now. "You know the drill... greet the camera properly... introduce yourself."

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With her head bowed, more hair falling from the messy bun to frame and curl about her face in disarray, Ashley quickly jumped to do as ordered. Her fingers interlaced behind her at the small of her back just above the swell of her rear, her back turned to face him as she bent at the waist, she allowed her head to fall down until her chin brushed the collar at her throat, her eyes closed as she awaited whatever will come next. Giving a small jump of surprise, she quickly realized he was cuffing her hands together and lifted them off her skin just enough to better allow him to bind her wrists together before letting them drop once more.

A small tremble started within her as she contemplated what he could have planned. Despite all the possibilities swimming through her thoughts, she knew without a doubt by the end of this session she would feel the roaring heat of her blush gracing her cheeks, the bridge of her nose and down the slim column of her throat to brush her chest. Seeing her embarrassment was one of his greatest pleasures and over their short amount of time together she quickly came to accept this about her master and learned to seek a strength to perform whatever humiliating task he set before her to accomplish. Now though, with her body so exposed and her hands bound behind her, she could only guess at what he had in store as the rustle of objects and fabrics being moved floated to her.

Ashley's eyes flared open when Ell began talking again, her body becoming stiff and her face already flushing with her embarrassment as he approached her with the camera. The cuffs upon her wrists clinked together as she attempted to use her hands to hide her embarrassment only to have them barely rise from her lower back. He knew she hated the camera, each encounter with it caused her intense humiliation and shame and left her with tears of shame threatening to spill from her eyes. Yet he continued to insist upon its use, claiming it was to help build her self-confidence.

Biting her lip roughly, she reluctantly lifted her head to gaze straight into the camera's lens, her body trembling with the strain of holding the same position coupled by her continuing tugging at her bindings. Closing her eyes again, she softly mumbled, "hello," before her embarrassment got to her and she had to duck her head. Struggling to find her voice again, her feet shifted on the cold hardwood floor, toes curling slightly and goosebumps rising from the chill. "Hello," she said again, raising her head once more, "I'm master's slutty Ashley."

The words came out in a rush but at least she got them out. Keeping her eyes firmly shut, her cheeks blazed hotly and she softly whimpered her embarrassment, silently begging him not to make her humiliate herself. As much as she was against it, however, she could help but feel a small shiver race down her spine at being so totally exposed to Ell like this.

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Ell was no fool; he knew how much she disliked the camera. He knew exactly the humiliation that the camera put her through and even now when it was just present it was making her feel that humiliation so much deeper. Their sessions often ended with her in tears of humiliation. There was no question that Ell enjoyed her humiliation and shame. The end of each session normally ended with her crying, but it was never just cold tears of sorrow. They were burning tears of shame yes, but never tears of just plain sadness. Ell was not heartless nor was he abusive. He only pushed her to her limit and never anymore. It was a fine line he walked---keeping her humiliated, but still loving him. The key difference would be intent. Ell never had any malicious intent for her in his training.

Ell stood there with the camera, letting his brown eyes cut right through her. There wasn't much he needed to do, but stand there and ask questions. "You need to perk up, we're making this one for your father. He probably wants to check up on his little girl and see how she's doing." He words and voice remain calm with the most seriousness. When he wanted to, he could make it extremely hard for anyone to tell if he was serious or joking. Right now his words could either be a bluff to fan the fire or they could be serious. He would never let her know. "Your pussy seems to be very hairy... tell your daddy about that... and while you're at it... what you like to put in it..."

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It was the comment of sending the video to her father that caught her full attention and caused tears of shame and her degradation to spring to her eyes and threaten to tumble down her cheeks at any given moment. It was clear Ashley hated the situation Ell put her in and with every word that fell from his lips, every question and comment he made caused her to despise it all the more. He knew just what to say to humiliate her completely, just what to do to push her ever further until she was a wrack with her embarrassment and shame and she knew he enjoyed every second of it.

How could Ashley not notice how his eyes always lingered to the blush that stained her cheeks? Not notice how each time her skin heated with embarrassment he would press further and further until she would begin to feel she was running a fever? No, he enjoyed her humiliation, and even though she longed to please him, to satisfy him to the best of her abilities, she still found the will within her to shrink back each time they began yet another embarrassing session.

With whimpers falling from her lips, she reflectively flinched away from the camera, feeling his gaze land heavy upon her quivering form as she struggled uselessly at her bindings, wishing desperately he would put the camera away, only for this once. Biting her lip gentle, her eyes closed tightly and brow furrowed as her blush crept down the slender column of her neck to her chest beyond. "Master, please," she whispered softly, "is this truly necessary?"