The Chace McCartson Tale (rewrite) - Chapters I&II free porn video

This is a rewrite of a story I had published here in 2012. This is an attempt of finishing it, taking over where it stopped in 2015 after I am done rewriting. It has re-checked and better English (not perfect, though, as I'm not native), additional scenes and lines, probably heading to a totally new experience altogether, as I took in consideration all the evaluation and comments I received back then.

So, if you're new to this, please, don't go looking for the old ones that are still up, as it may ruin your reading. Some things will probably change. Thank you.

Here are some considerations:
- Even having good normal sex scenes and some romance, this story is about rape, slavery and whatever possibility that comes with it. This chapter is just the introduction.

- All the characters follows the stipulated by the site, being older than 18 years old.

***WARNING***
What follows is a fictional rape story, not made to offend anyone. If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading.

Cheers,
A2O

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Chapter I – Apprehensions.

Her insides were soft, warm and damn tight... However, what made me crazy was her shaking body... Or her hurtful groans… Her screams… I couldn't say for sure.

Nah, it was the way she was helpless, the way I was the master of her body. The way I owned her. The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, were scream and feel whatever I wanted her to feel.

Erika's little body was struggling beneath mine, her thin wrists cuffed to the headboard of the bed, her face pressed against the mattress and her legs strapped bent so she was forced to be kneeling, letting her tight and flawless behind on the air for the right fit. It was perfect: the struggle, the virginal tightness, the resistance of her young entrance... It was just me and my prize, my game.

She was one of the many targets of my wicked desires. The first one that counted.

However, I don't consider myself a bad person. I just happen to know the world at its best: a place where the apt wins and the stronger gets what he wants. In my case, I wanted all a woman could provide, the good, the bad and the forbidden. Eventually, I figured out that I couldn't have it all in one woman. So, as I couldn't feel sorry for the lesser beings... The ones that I used, the ones that I fooled, the ones that I couldn't really love... Ok, maybe I was a bad person.

My name is Chace McCartson.

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The first time I saw Erika I knew she was meant to be the first. I always thought about kidnapping a girl and having my way with her. Have her at my mercy, to do whatever I wanted, anyway I'd like to. Not that my money or my good-looking persona couldn't achieve me that. Being almost thirty, I was already experienced in a lot of stuff: ménages, outdoors, role-plays… the hardest part of BDSM became my favorite. However, none of it ever captivated me as much as the thought of raping a girl. Not only raping, but also turning her into some kind of slave, a real slave, not just a submissive. Just thinking about that used to make my blood boil and, the moment I met her, I knew it was meant to be her.

One day I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Klavenko, a foreign salesperson that appeared offering his work to my company. He didn't know that we dealt with logistics only. We had a contract with a couple of sales companies, but it seemed like the unemployed and stupid Mr. Klavenko wouldn't care to do a simple research before coming to us asking for a job. His simple manners, false humility and the way he talked to my secretary as if he was a beggar, it enraged me. I decided not to waste my time with the man and left for lunch, just signaling to Gabrielle that I wasn't available for him and heading to the lobby downstairs.

Sitting there was one of the cutest girls I had ever seen. The way she was dressed left much to be desired, as her outfit seemed that of a granny, with a loose-fitting green and yellow dress falling right below her knees, buttoning all way up the front, and a pair of brown leather boots. Nevertheless, it was no problem at all to figure that beneath those clothes there was a hell of a tease, even being petite. Somewhere around eighteen years old, dark brown wavy hair falling long over her back, bright blue eyes and a face so beautiful, even with no trace of makeup. She had some freckles speckled over her cheeks; long lashes and a snub nose that made the girl look like a doll. Her body was slender, thin, but her young breasts were completely noticeable beneath her clothes. It was as if I had found some kind of lost treasure just there, sitting in my lobby. I couldn't hold myself and I walked directly to her.

"Can I help you, Missy?" I said trying to hide my predator look and even my excitement.
"Thank you, but I'm just waiting for my father," she answered softly and humbly, talking like countryside people. The accent… Fuck, she's Klavenko's daughter, I thought.
"Oh, I see," I faked lack of interest after noticing clear traces of admiration towards me on the girl's eyes. As it has happened many times before, she had fallen for me. I'm a 1,88m (6'2"), wide shouldered and slightly muscular man; I have light brown hair always cut in a modern fashion, always short, and green eyes. My face is composed of straight and somehow harmonic lines; my features remind those of a feline, which suited my predatory personality very well. I'm easily more than 10 years older than her and yet it didn't stop her from blushing scarlet. She looked to the ground completely ashamed after spending some good time analyzing me, never establishing eye contact, seconds before the sound of furious footsteps came from the stairs behind us. It was Klavenko.

"Excuse me," he said in a short manner while I looked to him with my hands in the pockets of my black blazer. "Erika, on your feet. We have to go," he hissed in an even rougher tone to his daughter. She curled a little and stood looking to her feet.
"You are Mr. Klavenko, aren't you?" I said interrupting him, using my characteristic inexpressive look. He raised an eyebrow at me and nodded. "Here, there's my card. Call my secretary tomorrow to schedule a meeting in a more proper moment."

He gave me a wary look, "Who are you?"
"I'm McCartson, senior executive and proprietary. Call Gabrielle, my secretary, tomorrow and make an appointment. I have to prepare things before making any offer," and Mr. Klavenko looked astonished, the exact reaction I needed. I just turned on my heels and headed outside without looking at them again. He had bitten the bait.

I really needed to prepare myself to that appointment. To find a way to kidnap his daughter while he was there, of course.

It all worked exactly as I expected. Klavenko called the day after and made an appointment to see me. Gabrielle, perfect as always, took all the data about the man, as usual, as if she was collecting it to send it to our investigation agency. Something we use to do before employing someone.

Two hours before the time appointed to our job interview I was already waiting on the corner of the street in a black van with my friend Roy. He was an old friend that, when I rose up to power, to richness, I brought him with me, even that our tastes and acquaintances differed severely after all those years. We used to hang out a lot when young, when he was known for being connected to every single cartel or outlaw group of our city. Still was. Better, I could ask him to do anything for me and he would do it without asking a single question. When I told him the plans for today, he just laughed and said "You bastard. Never tired of some freaking weird stuff, aren't you?" and no other word about it.

They lived in a poor condominium just outside downtown. It wasn't hard to find as Roy had friends on the surroundings. Forty minutes before the meeting Klavenko left and, as I was hoping, he left his daughter at home. If he hadn't we would have to deal with him before capturing her. Lucky bastard didn't have to meet Roy and his heavy weight punches.

I waited for twenty minutes and then called Gabrielle. "Is Klavenko already there?"
"Yes, he's just arrived," she answered.
"I'm dealing with something else now, but it won't take too long. Keep him there and if I take more than thirty minutes, send him to Andrew and ask him to call me, ok babe?"
"Sure Chace," she said gently then hung up.
"Was that that brunette hottie you used to fuck?" Roy asked grinning.
"I didn't used to. I still do occasionally. Gabrielle is a real treat," I answered.
"You dog. Can I borrow her? I would really enjoy fucking that hot ass of hers."
"Nah, no way. She's a damn good secretary; I don't want to lose her... Services."

Roy punched my arm and swore at me, but everything was solved when I offered him a three thousand bucks whore instead. If it was another employee it would have been no problem, but Gabrielle was special to me.

Two minutes later we were in front of Klavenko's apartment, both dressed in orange as courier delivery guys. I was wearing sunglasses, a cap and rubber gloves too, waiting beside the wall and holding large pliers as Roy rang the bell.

"Yes?" her voice sounded ten seconds later.
"Delivery to Mr. Klavenko."
"Hold on a second" she said and we could hear her unlocking the door. When she timidly opened it, we could also hear the security chain we were already waiting for. "We weren't expecting this. Do you have any doc..." She started saying and, before Erika could finish her sentence, I signaled a go to Roy, who forced the door open while I cut the chain with the pliers in a single attempt.

The door slammed open and we burst in, she hadn't time to even scream before Roy grabbed her arm and reached her stomach with his Taser while I closed the door. She let out a high-pitched noise for a second and fell unconscious. We kept her teenage body from falling and it was no trouble at all putting her, with her legs and arms folded and properly tied, inside the courier bag. She was still wearing her old woman's dress and, for the little I cared to see, their apartment was practically empty. In less than two minutes, we left.

Soon we were parking on my private spot at the garage of my business building.
"Did you inject the tranquilizer?" I asked Roy.
"Just did. Are you taking her to that mansion of yours?"
"Yes I am. I've bought that place for this."
"Are you going to talk to her father?" He gave me a sadistic grin.
"Yes, and you better make me an alibi. Contact that cousin of yours and make sure the people on the warehouse saw me leaving there twenty minutes ago. After the turmoil is gone, I'll keep Klavenko working for me."
"Why? Are you crazy?"
"Just some sort of compensation for the incredible gift he just gave me," and I grinned.
Roy laughed, but then he said "Am I wrong or are you turning soft?"
"Soft? No. Maybe I just want to ease my conscience a little, because I will have a lot of fun with this girl. Or maybe I just want him close enough so I can keep him on a short leash and be posted about the searching..."
"It means you'll kill her."
"No, it means I'll probably keep her."
"You're a sick bastard," he laughed.
"Yeah, I know that."

We put the sleeping girl in the trunk of my black Mercedes SL64 AMG – she was so little, bent up in that bag, that she actually fitted there easily – and I headed upstairs, to my company that occupied three floors on that building, while Roy left. Klavenko was already talking to Andrew, my associate, when I came in.
He looked at me completely lost, probably asking himself why the hell did I send that guy to him. However, I just brought Klavenko to my office and waved at Andrew, indicating that I would explain everything to him later – what I wasn't doing, for sure. A short conversation after, the confident and poor bastard really thought that he was qualified to the job I gave him. I made sure that Gabrielle watched everything. When he left, practically setting off fireworks, she approached me in her brown blazer and black pencil skirt, swaying those wide hips, with a glad face towards me.

"Are you into charity now?" She asked smiling. If I could answer, I'd say it was an exchange, a job for a daughter.

Gabrielle was a really nice and beautiful girl, a brunette with shoulder length hair that had a stylish fringe falling over her eyes and a smoking hot body, with a thin waist and wide hips, firm and generous boobs and thighs extensively worked out. Not to mention her ass. What a roundly perfect, tight, hot ass.
She was the only girl that I fucked while working for me that I kept working for me. Probably the only girl that I genuinely like having around me. I had other hot girls working for me, but they were usually dumb, shallow and they served only to be fucked then trashed out. She, on the other hand, was smart, always showed to be a good person, a workaholic that unloaded her frustrations working out on a gym and that took me months to make quit her professional ethics and going to bed with me. What we occasionally do now. We don't hang out more often because I tend to fuck everything up, being rough and demanding much more from the girls that are with me than I should, so I keep a certain distance to not fuck everything up with her.

"Charity? No, no. Well... Maybe," I smiled back "Why? Do I get a bonus if I am?" I asked, taking her by the waist and pulling her to me.
She giggled then gave me that defiant, sexy look that I loved "Yes, I think. That's very nice of you. Actually, that's completely unexpected of you. Anyway, are you free tonight?" She asked me with that delicious seductive gleam on her chocolate colored eyes. Fuck! Gabrielle asking me out, what a twist!
"I can't go out with you tonight. I have some personal matters to take care of and that will take me all weekend," and as soon as I noticed her enthusiasm fading I added "But I could certainly enjoy some good company right now."
She shook her head, "It's Friday, I have lots of stuff to take care of here and if I don't finish things up today I can't study for my doctorate. I don't want to be stuck here for a good part of the night," said my always-professional secretary.

As I knew well, it was bullshit not to fuck in the office. After all, that was the same girl that had already refused a car, an apartment, a director's job... Just to keep being my right hand, doing and achieving things on her own.
"It's Friday and your boss wants you sitting on his lap right now, so he can congratulate you again for being that exceptional professional that you are," I said grinning.

She crossed her arms in embarrassment, hiding a smile with her hand and blushing. "Not here, Chace, please."
I pointed to the door, "Lock it," then I tapped on my lap, "Then sit here. It's an order, Miss Cohen," I said while sitting on my huge black leathered executive chair.

She smiled and did what I said, closing the door then swaying those hips and walking back to me, 1,70m (5'7") of a goddamn sexy brunette, naturally tanned like a bronze goddess, coming to me on my command, knowing that I wanted her.

Gabrielle sat sideways on my lap and crossing her marvelous legs. Not losing time, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, what I reciprocated readily. I was glad to feel her voracity, an indication that she missed me. My tongue explored deeply her delicious mouth. The eight days we kept apart worked nicely in my favor. She was always very resistant of letting me have my way with her at work, but today...

I ran my hand on the smooth skin of her thigh, caressing, rubbing, and avidly reaching further. She stopped kissing and kept looking me in the eyes while I slid to her inner thigh, enjoying all the way to that warm and precious place. Gabrielle closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, letting out a sweet moan. My fingers were exploring her over the thin fabric of her lace panties, beneath her pencil skirt. My index finger digging into the fabric and parting her slit.
Soon I started rubbing that precious spot and as I got to a rhythm she widened her eyes and opened her mouth – a marvelous mix of an "O" and a smile – lighting up her face. As I kept touching her, I felt her panties getting soaked wet while we kissed each other voraciously. It became obvious that the situation was a complete go, so I let myself out.

When I suddenly stopped and made her stand she looked at me a little confused. Only when she threw me those puzzled looks that I remembered how young she really was. She was only twenty-two years old. Life is different from work. Gabrielle was an exquisite, efficient, topnotch machine in terms of business, someone decades ahead of what one expects from someone her age, but in terms of letting herself go and understanding that a girl with a body like hers was primarily made for sex, she fell short.

"Stand in front of me babe," I asked and she obeyed, her legs trembling in arousal. "Lift it up," I said pulling at the edge of her skirt and so she did. I took the edges of her sexy black panties and pulled them down. Her pussy was waxed as always. Since the first time I told her I liked it that way, she never let me down. I whistled appreciatively, "Look at this... You're so wet that I can see it running down you thigh," I grinned.
"Stop that!" She giggled slapping my shoulder playfully.
"C'mon, let's take care of this," I said standing up and lifting her, grabbing her marvelous behind firmly while she was looking into my eyes, carrying her to my desk. I laid her there and she smiled, blushing, bending her knees and spreading her legs, offering herself to me. Her petals had that beautiful tone of red and I could clearly see her clitoris. I bent over her and started licking her. I loved her smell.

She tried to keep control, trying not to moan so loud even knowing that Andrew was already gone and that we were probably alone on that floor but that was Gabrielle, always so thoughtful, so professional. It just made me focus more on my job, licking and nibbling, sucking her love button. I always loved to make her break her limits. Gabrielle had only one boyfriend before me and for the last two years, I was the only one she was seeing. There were times when we spent a month or two apart and, as she told me, she spent this time alone. I believed her, as, apart from the feelings I was sure she had for me, she was what I called a goddamn catholic workaholic – a term she hated. Full of morals and limitations... That I had the pleasure of breaking one by one. I had made her do me a blowjob under my desk, I fucked her on the roof of the building she lives in, I had fucked her glorious tight and big ass... This coming of a girl that was practically completely new to sex and normally focused in anything but work... I just learned that I loved to make her exceed her limits and, today it wouldn't any different.

When she was already with her eyes closed, arching her back and controlling her moans, trying the best she could not to be so loud, I stopped again. She just looked at me breathing fast and kinda lost, while I took her in my arms and headed to the big glass wall of my office.

"W-What are you doing, Chace!?" She asked startled.
"Just taking you to an interesting place," I said putting her on her feet, between me and the glass wall of my office. The one in front of the avenue and the business building across the street. I pressed her against the wall and she looked at me startled.
"No! No, Chace!" She squealed reluctantly while I turned her face to the glass and lifted her skirt, making visible her perfect legs, waist and her smooth and soaked wet pussy. "Not here, please! They can see us! "

I laughed and held her in place when she started to struggle, reaching for the apex of her legs and burying two of my fingers inside her with no warning, moving really fast, moving roughly.
"Huuuurrrr…" She let out a groan and curled up a bit, legs trembling. I forced her to bend a little more, still finger fucking her voraciously and, when I noticed that she wouldn't be able to react, I freed myself and pushed my hard cock inside her wet pussy, all at once. "AAAOAAAH!!"
She let out a startled groan of protest, but Gabrielle wasn't struggling anymore, she was just trembling and whimpering, her forehead resting on the glass... I had won. In desistance she bent a little more, so I could go deeper inside her.

"Aagh! Ah! Ah! Ohh! C-Chace... Oh m-my, Chace... Huuuh…" She moaned sharply and groaned, and then she squealed loudly when I tore her social white blouse open "Aaaaaaaaugh!" Buttons flew everywhere, I violently pulled her bra down and I pressed her on the wall, her beautiful breasts splayed against the glass, I fucked her hard, feeling the grip of her insides and her wetness making sloshing noises "Agh! Guuh... HUUUH!"
She groaned and groaned while I assaulted her loving pussy, sandwiched between me and the night air, she went crazy when she finally rose her head and remembered of the lit up building just in front us us. "C-Chace, they'll see me!" She whimpered. We could see people moving there, we could see movement down the street.

"I know that, babe. Let them know how perfect you are," And I fastened my pace, feeling her getting tighter around my dick. I could see the reflection of her face, her eyes shut in embarrassment and her groans became a little desperate. It just made me harder and fuck her rougher. What made her start twitching, spasming, getting ready to come. "That's it, come for me babe! Come for me!"
"N-NO! No... AGH! No, Chace! Aaaaaagh! DON'T! Don't do this!!" She half groaned and half whimpered while her body started to stiffen. I pressed her even more against the glass wall when her muscles started to contract... Then she came. I kept thrusting fiercely making her groan loudly, probably echoing through the whole floor "GUUUUUHHH! AAAAAOAAAAHHHH!"
Her magnificent body struggled with her own sensations, spasming and contracting with me inside of her. She let it all out screaming at the rhythm of my thrusts.

Then I came, one hand at her neck, I jolted inside of her, lots and lots of cum flowing and spilling to the floor as I abruptly took myself out of her twitching pussy. She panted and moaned while the orgasm slowly went through.
She was still trembling all over when I took her in my arms again. As soon as the thrill of that perfect moment started to worn off I subtly got terribly worried. I had lost control completely and maybe I had gone too far. Maybe knowing that later this evening I'd be doing whatever I wanted to a girl, made me exceed myself with her, with my Gabrielle. Fuck.
I rushed with her to my executive chair and laid her on it. Kneeling in front of her, my arms crossed over her tights and my chin over my hands, I caressed her while watching her every move, while she gasped, recovering from the struggling, from her orgasm and, maybe, from all the shame that she must have felt. If I thought well, she actually fought not to be fucked at that place. I could have messed up badly.

"Are you ok?" I asked, almost a whisper.
She took a deep breath and finally opened her teary eyes. She looked seriously at me and then said, "I'll stain your chair..."
I grinned, "I don't care about the chair, or the carpet.
"Do you care about me?" She asked, a little and shy smile starting to show up. Her trembling decreasing.
"In my own way... Yes." I assumed.
"So stop doing these kinds of things to me!!" She roared… And at that moment I knew that everything was fine. "I can't believe you did this to me," she said sounding angry, but I knew her well enough to know that she accepted it, like before, she endured it for me.
"I'll pay for your blouse and call my personal cleaning team," I laughed.
"Your personal... What the fuck!?" She giggled.
"Watch your tongue when you're around your boss, young lady," I scolded playfully.
"Fuck you!" She laughed.

I stood and bent over her, one hand on her nape and the other caressing one of her exposed breasts, my thumb gently circling her brown aureole, while I kissed her. Even after the rough way I treated her, she was comfortable with me. However, I knew that was not for her and that something like this was soft, compared to what I could and wanted to do, always. If I wanted to keep seeing Gabrielle, Erika had to suffer.

"Can't you really stay with me tonight?" She asked temptingly, looking down, her full lashes covering her eyes. If I didn't knew her better, I'd think she would pout.
"I can't, really." I say apologetically.
"You are not going to see another girl, right?" She mocked me and, after the initial surprise, I decided what to respond.
"Actually yes, I am going to see another girl."
"Oh, really?" She added trying to keep the mocking tone but failing miserably.
"Yes, but I don't like her, I don't have any interest in her and I'm going to do totally different things to her," I said grinning. I said the truth, at least partially and, as always, Gabrielle knew that it was better for her not to get involved in things I don't share with her. So, always smart, she changed the subject.
"Oh... So you're interested in me?"
"Of course. I've never seen an ass as beautiful as yours."
"You're terrible." She said slapping my shoulder again, indignant but laughing, then I knew for sure that she was fine.
I laughed with her, but I resumed "So, since you're ok, I'm going." I said closing her blazer and standing up. "I'll take you to dinner on Monday, ok?"
"Dinner? Really!? Like a date??" She lit up in a smile.
"Yes, after eight months of fuckery, I think it is time for a date... Then maybe you'll let me fuck that gorgeous butt of yours again," I laughed.
"Jesus, why do you always have to spoil the moment?" She scolded, trying to hide a smile.

I kissed her politely and she looked glad. Then I left. In a hurry.

Maybe having someone to do everything I want, anytime I want, I can try something less casual with Gabrielle. After all, as soon as I have Erika in my basement I'll have anything I want when it comes to sex and still have Gabrielle to make me company. Maybe this can work.

Anyway… Poor Erika, I just turned down a really good offer, only to have my time with you. When I got my hands on you... Poor Erika.

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Chapter II – Breaking In.


A long time ago when I first thought about this enslave and rape thing I instantly thought about a place to do it. That's when I bought myself a house, twenty minutes out of town and up the road to the mountains. I remember how it got my attention as soon as I saw it.

The place looked like a fortress. Surrounded by a huge, wide and tall concrete wall and having an enormous yard around the main house, which was made of stone, old Europe style. It had a sentry box in the entrance, a big pool that looked like a lake on its backyard and finally, and most important, a big basement that had a bathroom and a lot of space to work.

I ordered a reform, mostly based on the basement, making the place soundproof by the pretension of building a home studio, something I do have in the apartment I actually live. I worked for months on the details by myself, like equipping a little gym, three separated rooms, two smaller and a big one to be the sex room, a torture chamber and changing the doors to fortified ones. I also installed cameras and sound system everywhere. Then I storage all sorts of chains, leather straps, sex toys of every size I could find and every single type of apparel I'd have fun using on a girl or making her use it, like a wooden horse.

Now I had a girl, a young and angel-like girl, just for me to play with.

Bob, a trustworthy security guard indicated by Roy, opened the gates as soon as he noticed my car outside. I greeted him with a little nod and I drove the car around the house, ignoring the garage entrance. Beast, my Doberman, came running around the car, showing his appreciation for my arrival as always. He's just three months old, the exact amount of time I took to build this place, my hobby for the last weekends. The weekends that I didn't spend with Gabrielle.

Soon as I got out of the car, Beast stopped beside me like a real guard hound, silently standing by my side with his sharp and pointed ears. The dog training I've paid showed that it really worth the money I spent. No more Beast jumping on me as I arrive.

"Hey you, buddy," I said patting his head. Fuck, this dog is getting big fast, I thought.

I moved around the car and to the trunk, which I opened and took out my prize. It was easy to lift the bag, what I did carefully, placing it on the ground to take some other stuff out of the car. Beast came sniffing, as if it had really caught his attention.

"Attaboy, that's a good nose you have. She smells interesting, doesn't she?" I said laughing. I took the bag with the girl from the ground and headed home. "If you behave maybe I let you have some fun too," I said to my dog laughing, but I didn't mean it. Even if I had to admit that it sounded interesting.

Soon I got in and was all set up, having already put her on the basement's bed, a four-poster made of solid wood which columns reached the ceiling, where I set a large mirror. I opened the bag and took her out, cutting the silver-tape on her wrists and ankles and laying her down on the bed. Erika still out cold. God how pretty she was. I was thrilled, shaking with excitement.
I had really done that. Time to enjoy it.
It was like unwrapping a gift.

It would be a pleasure to get rid of that damn dress. Her clothes would suit nicely a religious old lady. I bet that was Klavenko's fault. He's probably had complete control over her. Judging by his accent, which was present in a softer way on her speech too, they had come from the countryside of some Eastern Europe country.

He spoke roughly to her in front of me while she cringed and looked down in fear. She accompanied him to a job interview and, while another girls would be in school, she was locked up in that hole they called a home. He's probably forced her to dress that way, as no girl at that age would like to be seen like this. Poor Erika, escapes a shit father to end up on my hands. Maybe she'll have more fun here with me, at least when she gets used to what I'm going to do to her.

I made a point of ripping that dress out of her, slicing it with a knife, piece by piece, until the floor was filled with green rags and she had only a hideous old lady's bra and panties on. Fuck, probably he was the one buying her clothes. The white cotton underwear that was so loose on her that I'd bet my grandma would wear it with no problem at all. Even so, she was gorgeous, absurdly more beautiful than I would have imagined her to be. Her skin was white and perfect and her curves fitted her short stature flawlessly, not as curvaceous as Gabrielle, but still, she had a beautiful petite body. I sliced the undergarments too, slowly and carefully freeing her other secrets.

Holy fuck. Her breasts were perfect. Probably something around C cup size, for a petite girl like her, that certainly was shorter than 1,60m (5'3"), they were perfect. Flawlessly firm and round, crowned with bright pink aureoles. I could not resist mauling them at first sight, testing its firmness and softly pinching her nipples. Red prints of my fingers marked her skin instantly. What a spectacle. I couldn't wait for her to be awake so I could bite them and watch her reaction.

When I got to her panties, it was no surprise at all to find an intact bush of black pubic hair right above her little slit, as I'd doubt completely that that girl would shaved herself to have any kind of sexual contact. By the way, what sexual contact? Suddenly I got damn curious. Did Mr. Klavenko got there before me?

I spread her legs, bending them towards her torso, and it became a really good moment to start testing my new playthings. I reached for two leather cuffs, on the nightstand beside the bed and I tied her bent legs apart, joining her ankles and the upper part of her thighs. Then I reached for a chain and linked both legs, passing the chain over the small of her back and fixing her legs apart, wide open and pinned to the sides of her body, leaving me free to explore.

Her little pussy was exposed to me and she had those beautiful full outer lips hiding her slit, like a younger girl would have. I carefully spread them apart so I could see that small, pink and pristine cunt, her hymen completely visible. So Mr. Klavenko was an idiot, but not an incestuous bastard, who'd tell. I had never seen something as those beautifully colored and delicate small lips. Also, her clitoris was nowhere to be found. Maybe I would find it when started playing with her. But I'd do nothing before she's awake. Where's the fun on abusing and raping a sleeping girl?

I took a pair of studded leather handcuffs and cuffed her to the bed, her hands above her head, clipping them to the headboard. It was something beautiful to see. Erika was fucking hot, all strapped and chained, completely exposed and ready for me. I went to the bathroom and took the things needed to shave her, putting them on the side of the mattress. It would be the first thing to do when she woke up. Then it hit me. Would I let her see me?

If I did, I wouldn't ever be able to let her go and I would have to kill her when I was done with her. That was not on my plans, so I picked up a leather blindfold and put it on her. I'd have to make her tell me if she recognized my voice too, as it would be a liability. I had to find out and it was already time for her to be awake.

Trying not to hurt her, at least for now, I begun to slap her face until I finally got some response. First she inhaled deeply, just recovering consciousness and, soon, as I expected, she started struggling.
"O-Oh my God... What's happening!? Help! Dad!? Somebody help!" She started mumbling and soon her tone was reaching a scream. That's when I called her.
"Erika," I said in a low voice.
"Oh my God! Who are you!? What are you doing to me!? DAD!!" She screamed, squirming incessantly.

I approached and squeezed her throat tightly, making her swallow what she was about to scream.

"Now, just be quiet, I need you to listen…" I started saying but she ignored me and screamed again for her dad, so I tightened my grip, choking her and she squeaked a guttural noise "Erika, I have your dad too and, if you're not a good girl, really bad things are going to happen to him too."

Then she stopped struggling, kept weeping and wailing, and started to listen.

"Good girl," I said easing my grip on her throat.
"What are you g-going to d-do to me?" She managed to ask.
"I'll tell you after you answer me a question," I asked calmly, "Erika, do you recognize my voice?"

The only thing I could hear was her sobbing and her panting. So I insisted.
"C'mon sweetheart, do you recognize my voice? I need an honest answer," it was clear that she was thinking or maybe trying to remember.
"N-No," she barely answered. It wasn't enough.

With my hand still around her neck, I sat on the bed beside her and took the knife, slightly pressing the blade beneath her right nipple, "Feel this? It's a knife. I need an honest answer, or I'll cut it out. You choose."

Panic made her inhale deeply, but the answer was still not confident enough "N-No... I don't know you," so I let go of her neck and pinched her nipple, making her wince, then I pulled on it and pressed the knife, not enough to cut, but enough to I get what I wanted, "NO! PLEASE GOD NO! I-I DON'T! I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR VOICE! GOOD LORD, DON'T CUT ME PLEASE!!!" Erika cried out from the bottom of her lungs, tears escaping profusely from the sides of the leather mask.

I let go of her nipple and she just kept crying out loud in despair, stammering things like no, and Jesus, and please... I put down the knife back on the nightstand and put my hand on her forehead, caressing her beautiful dark brown hair. That's what I wanted. She was mine, only mine. I was already damn hard, but there were still things to talk and to do before I could deflower her.

"Ok, ok... I'm not a threat to you anymore. At least for now, you can relax," I said.
"W-What a-are you going to do to m-me?" She asked crying copiously, hands and legs struggling on her restraints.
"Well, right now I'm going to shave you. I like my girls smooth and hairless," I said leaning to pick up the razor, towel, shaving cream and the bowl with water I had separated earlier.
"Oh God! Nooooo! Please d-don't! Please don't r-rape me!" She started crying even more when she finally figured out what was happening.
"Erika, what you need to understand is that you have only one choice: accept what is happening to you. Because I'm not stopping, you're not escaping and there's no one looking for you," she started crying louder and louder, so I approached her and said slowly, "If you don't stop crying when I'm talking, I'm going to hurt you."

She didn't stop, so I slapped her exposed inner tight really hard. The sound echoed through the basement. "Aaaaauuuuuuugh!!" She screamed then stopped to listen to me.

"Now I'm aiming to your other thigh, will you behave?" I said gently and grinned as I watched her vainly trying to close her legs. Her pelvis squirming and her muscles stiff and fighting were a really excitant thing to behold. She was getting sweaty, but she apparently got the message, as she stopped screaming and crying so loud. "I'll let you scream as much as you want when I actually start doing something to you, but we are just talking now," I said spraying shaving cream over her lady parts and she cringed, starting to cry again, but softly. "Now we are getting somewhere, that's how it is going to be from now on, you do what I say and you are not punished, or you are rewarded," I moistened a little part of the towel and caressed the red mark in the shape of my palm on her inner thigh with it, soothing the soreness on her sensitive skin, "Don't you misbehave, like moving or struggling while I shave you or you'll pay for it, got it?"

She didn't answer. I slap her left tight harder than the previous one.
"AAAUGH!" She screamed in pain.
"When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Living with that bastard for so long made you stupid? I asked if you got it," I hissed. Damn is she retarded or does she like to get beaten?
"Yes... Y-Yes..." Her voice was just a sorrowful whisper under her sobbing breathe.

Then I started shaving her, another thing I always wanted to do to a girl and never had the chance. I was carefully sliding the razor, outlining the curves of her soft skin and making the perfection of her pussy lips even more visible. She was shaking so hard that the chains that linked the leather cuffs were clinging, what was a real turn on, but apart from that, she stood quiet and still. I took that time to instruct her and make some questions.

"So, little girl, this is how it is going to work. You do what I tell you and I strongly recommend you to be absolutely honest with me. You are mine now and there's nothing you can do about it. We are isolated half world away from where I have your father under custody. Actually I'm treating him better than you. Another good reason for you to do exactly what I say. Do you understand?" I lied.

She took a deep and broken breath, sounding frightened. C'mon girl, answer me, don't make me beat you again, not now, I thought, and she answered "I understand." Her voice low and full of fear, the same submissive tone she used with her father.

"Good. So have you ever had any kind of sexual relationship?" I asked and she cringed. "Remember, no secrets at all. I strongly recommend you to be as honest as you can or... God help you, if you lie to me and I figure it out."
She took another deep breath, trembling all over and started talking "I n-never had a relationship. I never ha-had a boyfriend. Only my f-father."
Fuck, maybe I was right about Klavenko after all, "What about your father?"

She started to cry again, not loud enough to bother me. She was ashamed. Her cheeks turned more red than when I started touching her pussy to shave her.

"H-He had made me s-suck..." Was all that she managed to say before bursting into tears again.
"He made you suck his dick?" I asked.
She nodded, tears flooding the blindfold.
"Every time I ask you a question I want a response, unless you're unable to talk."
"Y-Yes," she answered readily crying so much that she was coughing. I couldn't figure if it was the shame she felt from her confession or from my fingers and the razor working on her private parts, which I fondled, spread and caressed as much as I wanted while shaving her.
"For how long it has been this way?" I asked. She took too long to answer so I just caressed the red mark on her right inner thigh, making her shiver and answer me promptly.
"Since m-my mother died."
"How long is that?"
"F-Five years," she answered. Fuck, this girl sucks cock since she is eleven? Twelve?"
"He made you suck him and nothing else?"
"He used t-to watch me while I w-was naked."
"Hmm. Anything else?"
"I-I can't remember..."
"If you do, you'll tell me," I demanded and she just nodded, so I yelled at her "Erika!"
"Yes! Yes! YES! I'm s-sorry, pleas-se don't!" She pleaded, contracting the muscles of her legs and belly, tilting down her pelvis trying to protect her crotch, waiting for the blow. Beautiful to see.
"See, that's what I'm talking about. You have to learn to obey. I know you're nervous, I know you're afraid and that is the first and the last time I'll let something like this pass unpunished. For now on you disobey, you get what you deserve," so I gave her some seconds, waiting for her to say something, but it didn't happen. "Erika, what do we say when someone does something good to us?"
She gasped and answered desperately "Thank you!"
"Good."

Almost ten minutes later, she was gradually getting calmer at the same time I was finishing with her shaving, cleaning the residual foam and appreciating the look. After I put all the stuff back to the nightstand I knelt on the bed, between her legs, to watch her closely. I caressed her pussy lips with my fingers and every single movement generated a response from her. I moved, she squirmed. I could notice that she couldn't stop it, and I couldn't blame the girl for being responsive while someone was touching her pussy for the first time, against her will. I may be a damn bastard, not yet a monster.

Her shaking, squirming and frightened groans only made me hornier as I spread her little flower just in front of my eyes, stretching her outer lips fully apart with my thumbs. Her little pussy seemed so delicate, in that bright tone of pink...

"A-Augh! N-No... Please, no..." She resumed her weeping.
"You can cry as much as you want, darling, as long as you don't disturb me. You're mine and I'll do anything I want to you, so there's no sense asking me to stop. Actually..." I slid my thumbs further, spreading her inner lips and exposing her hymen and her little entrance completely. She gasped sharply and I resumed, "It just make me want to ravish you more."

The sound of stretching leather and the clink of chains was all around the bright brown and wooden covered room. Switching to keep her open with one hand only, I slowly slid the little finger of my other hand inside her, taking care not to damage her hymen. Erika gasped and her breathe got faster, like she was panicking. Then I took off that finger and slowly inserted my index finger, which was slowly stretching her hymen, just a little. I could clearly see that frail and bright pink membrane resisting my entrance. She felt it and groaned hurtfully, gritting her teeth and arching her back. "Aaaaaaaugh!"

"Ple-ease... For God's sake, let m-me go... Don't d-do this to me..." She pleaded one last time, her voice full of agony.
"I think it's about time for us to stop with this apprehension. I'm gonna show you what you are to me," I said lifting her up and turning her, making her lay on her chest and her lower body being sustained by her knees. As she couldn't move, her crotch was completely exposed to me. I just leaned forward, unzipping my pants and freeing my pulsating and rock hard dick and started rubbing it on her dry little entrance.
"No! NO PLEASE!" She screamed when felt me forcing my way in.

Holding her with one hand I started guiding the head of my pulsating cock up and down her slit, little by little burying between her labia. Her opening was small, tight, like a virgin pussy is meant to be and more. Her little butt started trembling convulsively as soon as the girl felt my dick fit between her petals and I started to push forward, stretching her a little and out, then a little deeper... Until I felt the head of my cock squeeze between her labia and her hymen straining.

"Aaaauuuuuuuugh! No! No! Nooo!" Erika wailed as I expected, probably feeling the first of the stinging pain it's said to feel when your hymen is broken. I would made sure to enjoy this as much as I could.

Then I thought it through, and got to the conclusion that, if I took it slow, she would feel it less. That was something that I absolutely didn't want.

"Time to rip you open!" With that I pushed forward, she was so tight that the top of my cock actually hurt, the best pain I ever felt, that tiny virgin entrance struggling with my dick stretching it apart. I felt her hymen rip when I was one inch in, and it was the part where she lost it.

"AAAAAAAAUGH! AAAGH!!! NOOOOOO!!!" She screamed in agony and trembled all over. That time she had motive.

I push another inch inside of her ininterruptly, until her barely wet pussy didn't let me go any further, so I pulled back a little and plunged all the way again, pushing hard as I could.

"NNGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! UAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" She wailed in a high pitched scream.

When I pulled back for the second time, I felt my dick wet. Probably blood. I leaned even more over her, laying on top of her for a moment. I brushed the hair out of her beautiful but agonizing face and whispered in her ear, "I would really love to be looking at your bright blue eyes as I turn you into a woman."

Erica winced and gasped when I braced my hands on the small of her back to position myself behind her again, my pulsating dick still buried in her virgin entrance. I grabbed her small waist firmly and, a pound after the other, I started to break her initial resistance and to fuck her, getting speed, going deeper.

"GAA-AAA-AAA-AHHHH! NO-O-O-OOOOO!!!" She squealed in agony at the same rhythm of my fast thrusts. Her little hands closing, fingers clawing the mattress in a vain attempt to ease the pain.

Her little cunt was gripping my dick so tightly, so viciously... Yet, I was far from burying myself completely into her, it was like I was pushing her insides deeper, little by little, gaining space to fuck her more. I loved it and at the same time, I was wishing that it wasn't that way now just because she was a virgin. When I slowed down my pace to enjoy it better, I could see her petals coming outside a little every time I withdrew from her, and I could see it twisting and resisting when I pushed myself in again. Fuck, she had the tightest pussy ever.

Blood was dripping from her, her body was all sweaty and she was squealing high-pitched and hurtful screams as I ravished her, as I deflowered her. Erika was trembling all over, screaming all her throat could give. Then I got to her bottom, the my dick hit the entrance to her womb. The position that she was, her torso down and her behind up, was really easing my access, so each thrust was hitting her cervix. She groaned and screamed even louder, desperately, then. "YEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EAAAA-AAA-AA-ARRRGH! M-MY! M-MYYY! GOOAAAAAGH!"

Lucky her I couldn't hold much longer, as that was the most intense experience I had ever had, even her cervix was stimulating me. So I felt it coming, I tightened my fingers to her sides and, pushing deeper, I blew up inside of her, unloading all I could directly into her womb. "A-Aaaahhhh! Fuck! Jesus..."

Unfortunately she wasn't reacting any longer, her fingers clawed on the matress, her muscles completely stiff, her toes curled. She could only let out some exhausted and rough throat noises. The girl had fucked up her throat for good. She trembled heavily. I spent almost ten seconds ejaculating, the biggest time I had ever taken, enjoying how her deflowered pussy twitched and contracted inside while she tried to recover her breath and coughed from crying, wincing at every movement I did.

Some seconds later I took my dick out of her, still kinda hard, and I started unbuckling everything and taking the cuffs off her. She was completely numb, lying on her stomach, when I laid over her, letting my weight fall on her and I heard the air escaping her lungs. It was good for her to know that I was almost two of her.

"You felt so good inside of you, that I'll let you rest for a while. But don't you forget: never, ever, take that blindfold off while I'm around you because, if you see me, I'll have to kill you," I said softly at her ear then rolled to be lying beside her and I caressed her hair. She cringed a little and resumed her silent crying, no more than that.

That time she didn't answer and I didn't oblige her to. I just stood there watching her closely, hearing her irregular breathe.
I gave her twenty minutes before ordering her to sit. It seemed like she was aching all over, moaning with that rough, lost voice, but she obeyed me. I gave her a cup of water and a pill, telling her that it would prevent her from getting pregnant and that she should take it every time the sound system warned her that I was coming for her. After awkwardly blindly searching for the cup, what was funny for me to see, she took it gladly.

Then I sat in front of her just admiring the view. Her perky and beautiful breasts, her thin waist, the bloody and full lips of her pussy touching the white sheets, her cute face wet with tears… She was perfect. I caressed her cheeks and she cringed, so I tried to calm her down like if I was dealing with a hurt little animal. I caressed her face with my both hands, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks, and then I tried to pull her closer, but she squirmed.

"Are you resisting me?" I asked like it was a joke, but she noticed the sarcasm and automatically shook her head in fear, "Good, now come here."

Then I pulled her to me, my blindfolded young beauty. I made her seat sideways on my lap and put an arm around her waist. "Now, rest here for a while," I made her bend her head and rest it on my shoulder. She felt completely uncomfortable, that was easy to notice.

"Look, Erika..." I started while caressing one of her thighs with a hand and her long and beautiful dark brown hair with the other, "...There are a lot of rough and painful things that I'll do to you. I'll not lie. But still, we can have a good relationship. And I'd suggest you to try hard to like me, cause I'm the only person that will see you, touch you or talk to you for at least the next ten... Fifteen years..."

She froze on my lap and got really pale.
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