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The Broken Girl of Shade Fields
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. As soon as I heard Amanda’s steps on the hallway outside my room, I stormed out. She startled as I opened the door abruptly. To make things even more intense, she had her body wrapped in a towel, coming out of the shower. I wouldn’t even have to strip her clothes off.
The petite and young teen girl just looked at me with her brown eyes wide, her long and bright brown wavy hair damp, falling long over her back and shoulders.
“Give me the towel,” I demanded. The hall was dim, just a little blueish light coming from the window at its end.
“W-What?” She questioned me, stepping back.
“You heard me. Give me the towel.” My voice roared while I stepped forward, my body growing in scale while compared to hers. I was so much taller than her that her head was at the same height of the lower part of my chest.
“V-Victor…” She stammered while I simply raised my hand, palm open, waiting for her to give it to me.
Her trembling hands reached for her sides, unwrapping the towel and exposing her beautiful body, then she gave it to me. I took it, and I tossed it to the floor behind me. The girl covered her breasts and in between her legs with her hands, and her eyes were already full of tears.
I inhaled deeply. It was happening. I was having her, even if by force.
“There are two ways this can go. You put your hands at that wall and be a nice girl,” I said pointing to the wall to her left, opposite the door of my bedroom, “or I’ll bash you against it, and take you anyway. Your choice. There’s no one here to help you, and there’s only forest outside. The next living person out there is at least thirty minutes away… By car. So, what will it be?”
“Victor, p-please!” She begged, sobbing, but she didn't sound desperate. Yet.
Amanda seemed to be trying to make sense of the situation, not opposing it completely. Maybe I didn't even need to sound so harsh, but I wanted her to have an idea of how things would work out between us.
“I’ll count to three. One…”
Amanda turned to the wall, and she placed her hands there. I couldn’t have a good look at her body like I wanted to, but there was always time for it later. Now, the only thing I could think of was getting inside of her.
I moved behind her, admiring how thin her waist looked, and how beautiful her heart-shaped butt was. When I moved behind her and put one hand on her hip, she gasped, and I could feel her shaking. Not wasting any time, I unzipped my trousers, taking my engorged, throbbing cock at hand, and I started rubbing it against her entrance. I could feel the warmth of her slit, and the few pubic hair she had there brushing on my skin.
“Why are you doing t-this?” She asked in between sobs.
“I can’t resist you anymore.” I said, honestly, while I started to force myself in between the labia of her tight entrance. It felt like she was still a virgin after all.
She whimpered, winced, then she almost cried out, “B-But you are my b-brother!”
“I am not your brother, and you know that!” I roared while pushing in, feeling her pussy forcefully stretching to give me passage. "I own you now."
“AAAAAAUGH!” The girl howled, shook all over, and her head hung forward while she cried desperately following the intrusion at her lady parts. At that moment, I was sure that I was the first, and that my father hadn't have the time to enjoy fucking the girl he groomed for years with this sole purpose.
Immediately moving in and out, I was burying myself inside of her, feeling her tight insides struggling with the invasion. I groaned while using all my strength to get as deep as I could and, soon, I was pistoning her entrance with my rock hard dick. I had never experienced such a tight pussy or felt so aroused in my almost thirty-years of life. She was half my age, so she would have time to enjoy herself later, if she behaved accordingly. It could be soon, actually, as I planned to keep this going indefinitely. But that night, it was about fulfilling my wish. If she was a good girl, I’d fulfill hers later. Amanda was mine for good.
Two days ago I received a phone call. My father had died. I almost got sad, even though my father was a bastard and we didn't see eye to eye for years, only pretending to like each other. While I was still getting ready to leave my office, after setting everything up to work remotely for three days, my phone rang. It was one of my father’s friends, Edgar, the guy who incentivized me to become a lawyer in the first place. He was my father’s attorney and a good friend. It didn’t surprise me that, right after he gave me the condolences, he started talking about the testament.
I had inherited the big property in Shade Fields, the vineyards, the stables, some other assets, and a little fortune. Then, he made a pause and proceeded with “You are also her legal guardian from now on, if you want. Amanda.”
My father remarried soon as my mother died, ten years ago. His new wife, Sharon, was a white trash gold digger like I had never seen before, but she was gorgeous and looked way younger than her thirty years old, and I assumed to my father that is what counted, seeing that he was more than twice her age. Five years ago, they fostered a child. I’d never imagine my father wanting another kid, as he blatantly stated that he hated children, and that he was happy to never have to deal with one again after I left his house, when I was only eighteen years old.
So, at Christmas that year, I figured out what it was all about. They had fostered a girl was around ten already, and she was gorgeous. It was clear already at the time that Amanda would grow up to be a very beautiful woman, and it all made sense. I didn’t know how the hell he got to choose what girl to adopt, but considering my father’s resources and friendships, that was completely imaginable. The little thing moved around the house like a servant, just obeying orders and serving them both, always looking terrified. I didn’t exchange more than a few words with her and, even though she seemed to be a lovely girl, I already knew her purpose there. Getting attached to that girl wouldn’t bring me anything more than even more anger towards my father.
As time passed, I visited every year, and every time I got there I already expected to look at her and see her broken. It would be just a matter of time, since she already got curvier and sexier with every passing year. Then, for some reason, Sharon disappeared. They told me they had a violent divorce, and that my father managed to get rid of her without spending a single penny. I wondered about what he had done, and where she was, but I never got even a clue and, to be honest, it didn’t matter to me. For all I cared, she could be buried somewhere around the house, or had her dead body thrown into the enormous and beautiful lake behind the house, in the gloomy shades of the forest around it.
The next time I went there, around Easter, I thought that was it. There was no way that girl could have escaped my father now. I was wrong. When I got there, my father was stuck in a bed. He had a problem with his spine, and he refused to undergo surgery. That was the year in which I really got to know Amanda. Every time we weren’t in my father’s bedroom, she would be by my side. I could feel that she admired me just by the way she looked at me. She was a pleasure to have around, always with that shy behavior, but very smart in every single comment she made, even though she was never allowed to go to school. I let it very clear that I was just as authoritarian as my father, but that didn’t seem to bother her. Amanda just obeyed everything I said, she never talked back, and she always treated me in a loving manner.
If I had to guess, I’d say she knew she would end up belonging to me. I had no idea how, but she knew that my father wouldn’t live long. It passed by my head that she could have something to do with both Sharon’s disappearance and my father’s poor health, but his main problem was his spine, and there was no way she had something to do with that. Probably, she just thought of me as her brother, and she probably felt relieved that the old man would never be able to force himself on her with a broken back. Either way, one year later, and he was dead.
The funeral was almost empty, apart from some of my father’s partners on his wine and bourbon business, and some others that dealt with him throughout the years. The only family he had there was me and, technically, Amanda. She looked gorgeous in her black dress. At that age, she had already filled up nicely, with full and proud C-cup breasts, a thin waist, and hips that made the petite girl into a slender version of an hour-glass. Her hair fell wavy, cascading in light brown all the way down to the small of her back. Her naturally red and full lips were absolutely tempting, standing out in contrast to her beautiful white skin. I could see every single man at that funeral staring at her, and I did too.
I called attention as well, as many of them hadn’t seen me in a long time. In a black tailored suit, with a typical scowl on my handsome face, I knew I reassembled my father very much. With my sleek and black hair back, piercing blue eyes, and my masculine face cut in sharp angles, I looked like a bulkier, modernized and younger version of my father.
Maybe that was what drew Amanda to me. Maybe if it was a younger version of her captor, her abuse would be less detestable… Maybe her sweet smiles to me were a way of saying ‘yes, with you it would be fine.’ Or at least that was the way my fucked up mind worked things out, trying to find an excuse for the way I wanted to ravish that girl so badly. In amidst the funeral, the only thing I could do was daydream about owning her, about keeping her at that house serving me, about making her some sort of slave. It was very hard to fight that thought, since I believed I could actually pull that off. Acknowledging all the terrible things I already wanted to do to that girl just because I could made me realize that maybe I was a far worse person than my father.
She stood by my side through the whole thing, and her smell was intoxicating. All day long I tried to think of anything else other than the fact that she would be mine now. I tried to think of it as if it was a big problem. I tried to think of all the trouble I'd have to go through if I went forward with this as a way to stop myself. I had a life in the city, and I had everything going exactly as planned; my office went pretty well, I never spent a single weekend alone, and I enjoyed very much my life as it was. I was the boss of me, and I could boss some of my girls too. I tried to convince myself that this was enough, and then I looked to the side and saw Amanda there, in all her beauty, her vulnerability. I couldn't stop myself from imagining forcing myself inside of her, tying her, abusing every little piece of her little body however I saw fit. If I stayed in Shades Field with that girl, she would be mine to do whatever I wanted, it didn’t matter how disturbing, and nobody would ever know.
The guests left at night. I told her not to worry about anything other than the house, and that from that moment on, I'd be taking care of everything else, including her. She made me bend forward, so she could kiss me on the cheek, and she thanked me. I gave her a tight hug and caressed her silky hair, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," I said. She smiled and called it a night, going to her room upstairs. I had decided I'd let that night pass, and I'd make my first move the following morning, but I couldn't stop thinking about her, alone with me in that house for the first time. I spent a couple hours in bed, imagining all the possibilities. I imagined Amanda on my lap while I mercilessly spanked her bare behind and her lady parts. I imagined Amanda hanging from the stable’s ceiling by her wrists while I fucked her, or impaled her on something thick. I imagined myself electrocuting her beautiful breasts, piercing her tender nipples, fisting her and watching her cry... While I fought my most primal instincts, trying to follow what I had decided on, I heard her in the hallway…
Her groans echoed through the whole mansion, at the same pace in which I trusted into her warm and tight entrance. I wrapped one of my fists with her hair and fiercely yanked her head back, never stopping to go in and out of her, slowly every time I withdrew from her, pummeling hard every time I pushed it in. She started crying loudly, coughing, screaming, and her whole body trembled. After a while her pussy seemed to melt around me, hot and wet, but always extremely tight. It didn't take long before I was gushing every drop of my cum inside of her.
"N-Nooooo! I'll g-get pregnant!" She wailed.
I wrapped my arms around her, lacing my arms under her tender breasts, "If you do, we’ll take care of it, don't worry," I said, and I kissed the top of her head.
I held her there, being gentle, caressing her until she stopped crying and resumed to a quiet whimper. Her whole body was still shaking and twitching, though.
"Shhh… It's over. Be a good girl and calm yourself down." I said, feeling like a maniac, wanting her to go back to peace, so I could get her by surprise by waging war again.
When I pulled it out of her entrance, I could hear cum dripping to the floor. I turned her to me, my arms still right around her waist. Even in the dim light, I could see the tears running down her adorable full cheeks.
"W-why!?" She whimpered, looking me in the eyes.
"Because I can," I answered, simply put. I rubbed her cheeks with one hand, admiring her, her sobs, and the way she trembled, seeming absolutely confused. "Amanda, I'm an evil man. I am. And I took a liking of you, which can be both really bad and really good for you, as long as you play your part."
The gorgeous young girl inhaled shakily, understanding that this wasn't a one time thing. However, she never took her eyes out of mine. Instead, she seemed to be listening and trying to understand all I was saying, as those were the new rules for her life. Perks of growing up for the last five years under the rule of another tyrant, I guessed. She grew up groomed to be as submissive as possible, thanks to my father. I didn't even know how her life was before coming here, but I assumed it wasn't much of a good life either, seeing that she had been probably sold to us.
"This here, the way I hurt you, is how I like it, and there's much more of it coming your way. I'm the kind of man who has a thrill by hurting women, and I never had one as perfect as you in my hands." When I said these last few words, I changed my tone to a more seductive one, as I tried to sooth the blow. Amanda looked shocked anyway.
"A-Are you going to t-torture me?" She got me by surprise with the question, as she went straight to the point. Her eyes grew even wider, and she looked at me with her beautiful and thick eyebrows high, matching her pleading tone and probably wishing she had got it wrong. But she hadn't.
"Mostly when we are having sex, yes." I answered honestly, and she lowered her head, closing her eyes and starting to cry again. I grabbed her chin with the tip of my fingers and made her look at me, while I stepped forward and used my body to pin her small and shaking one against the wall. "Look, nobody in this world gives a fuck about you. You knew all along what was about to happen to you here, didn't you? Be honest."
She looked at me for a few seconds, then she whimpered her response, "Y-Yes… But not by you. I liked you. And now you rape me. Now you want to torture m-me," her soft voice cracked at the end, and she seemed lost after she stated the facts out loud.
"I know it is hard to believe, but I like you too. I'm not doing this because I hate you…" I said, and I felt my cock start pulsating again, coming back to life. "...This is what excites me, what arouses me. This is what it means to be my woman, and you can be my woman…" I said while reaching down to grab one of her legs, "You can accept it and be my partner, owning this house, or I can chain you up in the basement and just make you my slave. The choice is yours. Now, I'm going to lift your leg, and I'm going to fuck you again."
Amanda erupted in heartfelt crying yet again, but she didn't try to stop me at all, letting me bring her leg up, my hand behind her knee. Her sobs and the way she panted only turned me on even more. I rubbed the bulging tip of my cock on her entrance, dripping of cum and her virginal blood, and I pushed it in again. The head of my dick slid abruptly inside of her, easier than last time.
The girl gasped, winced, and then let out a loud groan, "AaaAaaugh!"
I pushed inside all that position allowed me, and I rejoiced in the way my young Amanda struggled with the sensation of being impaled by me once again, before she even had time to recover from the first round. She squirmed a little, but she gave me no real trouble. In no time, I was fucking her hot and tight entrance again, and this time her groans weren't only howls of pain, there was a different tone there.
"Uugh-Huh-Agh-Huuh-Guuh!" She shifted from acute groans, moans, and yelps depending on how hard or how deep I pushed inside of her, her face up, her eyes on mine while she cried. I loved noticing when it hurt by the way she grimaced and her brows furrowed.
Her love canal was warmer, soaked with her juices and what was left of my cum. I pummeled the little girl hard, almost crushing her against the wall, her small body rocking up and down following my assault, and her cries accompanying the rhythm of my thrusts.
When it got to a point where I was frantically fucking her, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, letting out more desperate groans, "UUH-AUUGH-GUUH-UUUH!"
I clawed my fingers on her right breast and I mauled it, feeling how firm and how tender it was, then I got her delicate little nipple in between my forefinger and thumb, and I pinched it. I felt her squeeze me harder down there and she opened her eyes opened even wider, "AAAUGH!"
I rubbed the nub in between my fingers, pinched it more, and pulled at it, to which the girl always groaned in protest. Her breathing got even more urgent, and so did mine.
I put my hand around her neck and I squeezed it against the wall. Amanda's groans turned to guttural noises and she grabbed my forearm with both hands, desperate. I quickly let go of her neck, and I slapped her face, not that hard, but not at all softly. She gasped, and looked blankly to the side in shock.
"Hands down, just take it," I ordered.
Amanda let her arms fall to her sides, looking at me with terrified eyes while I choked her again, still fucking her pussy violently.
The young girl fought for air, and struggled to let her sharp guttural groans out while she watched my face distort in another big orgasm. I let out a loud groan, as I flooded her insides with my cum once again. I almost collapse forward, on top of her, breathing hard just as she did, in between her sobs and whimpers.
She gasped loudly when I pulled it out of her vandalized little cunt, and again when I suddenly carried her with me to my room. I brought her to bed, making her lay on top of me in bed, then I covered us up with a fleece, as I noticed that she had gotten cold by being naked for all this time in the hall. I caressed her hair and her back while feeling her body still trembling, as the girl was terrified. Amanda probably thought bringing her to bed meant me inside of her again. It was tempting, as I seemed to be unable to resist that girl, but I thought she had enough for the night. If I made her snap, I’d really have to chain her up downstairs. Why would I have to go through all this trouble if I could convince her to accept the fact that she was my pain slut now? It was possible.
I had never felt so realized, so fulfilled in my entire life. That situation was perfect. If I wanted, I could just stay at that place indefinitely, using that girl however I saw fit. I just gently rubbed her back, appreciating the nice contact of her body on mine, when I heard her sobbing again.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything else to you tonight,” I tried to assure her and make her relax. It didn’t work. She was still extremely tense.
“You will kill me, won’t you?” Amanda asked while her face laid sideways over my chest.
I hugged her tighter, and I caressed her cheek, “That’s the only thing I can promise you I won’t do. You made me a very happy man tonight, by letting me use your body to satisfy my needs. You are very important to me right now, and apart from all the things I’ll do to you, I want you to have a good life here. You won’t answer to anybody else but me, you’ll have the house, the employees will be at your disposal, and as soon as you understand that me hurting you, fucking you, abusing you, doesn’t mean I want you bad, the better it is for you.”
“B-But you don’t hurt people you like!” She said propping her chin on my chest and looking at me with a face completely red from crying. I was surprised so could still think, still argue, after all I had just done to her.
“I do. And some people love to be hurt as well. It can be your case, or maybe not. But, honestly, you don’t have much of a choice. You can enjoy the sex part though, and if you are a good girl I can make you feel pleasure as well. It's all up to you,” I said looking down to her face, with one of my hands under my head. “You see… I already have you anyway. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be even offering you that option.”
We stayed in silence, looking at each other in the eyes. Under the light of the lamp over my nightstand, I admired her gorgeous face while her brain seemed to be working hard to understand all of that.
“How much are you going to hurt me?” She asked me in a very frightened tone.
I took my time while thinking of how to answer that, then I just decided to go for the truth, “A lot. But I won’t hurt you just for doing it, I’ll sexually hurt you because I like things extreme, and I’ll humiliate you because making you submit arouses me.”
“I-I see…” Amanda almost whispered, then she looked down, almost resignedly. “So you really don’t hate me… This is all about how you like sex to be…”
“Yes. I definitely don’t hate you. You have never given me a reason to. Much the opposite, actually. This is how I like any kind of relationship. It's actually the only way I can have a real relationship with a woman.”
She looked me in the eyes again, “Are we in a relationship, then?”
Was that a spark of excitement what I saw in her eyes, behind all that fear? That couldn’t be real. Was she accepting it already?
“Keep being as lovely as you were before and understand that I’ll be using your cute little body whenever and however I see fit, and yes, we are in a relationship,” I stated, and a slight smile appeared on my lips.
She was speechless. Amanda ignored what I had said about the house, about the servants, about torture, or everything other than how I wanted a relationship to be.
“If I am a good girl and don’t give you any problems while you… While you use me… And if I take care of the house for you. If I do my best… Would you marry me?” She asked, ashamed, and visibly unsure of her words. I laughed. The girl who was crying and screaming a couple minutes ago was suggesting that I married her. I imagined what kind of antiquated notion they taught her in this house, seen that taking her virginity meant marriage. But I would go with that for now.
“If you endure everything I’ll do to you and keep making me proper company, if you are a good partner to me, I’ll marry you in three years, when you turn eighteen,” I said, not seeing that as a real possibility.
She inhaled deeply and was silent for some seconds. Then, with a sad tone and looking down yet again, she said “Don’t think I still like you because I don’t. But after you do all these horrible things you say, after you torture me and use me that much, I don’t think any other man will have an interest on me. So you are my only option.”
I could see that she really believed that, and I would let her. It was of no use to me telling her that, it didn’t matter what I'd do to her, there would always be somebody interested in a girl as beautiful and as sweet as she was, it didn’t matter how broken and ravished. The good part was that now I was sure that she had understood what it all meant.
“So you hate me, but you’ll agree to my terms?” I asked, taking her chin with my fingers yet again and making her look at me.
“If you say you don’t hate me, and that you are doing these terrible things to me because that’s the way you are, that’s the way you…” and she paused in the middle of the sentence.
I liked the way that was going, and I saw a big opportunity to start breaking that delicious girl in a way I wouldn’t have to worry about her betraying me, running away, or giving me any other kind of trouble, so I finished the sentence for her, “...That’s the way I can love somebody, if it ever happens.”
Her eyes widened. We were in silence one again for some seconds, then she talked again, “Then I don’t hate you, but I definitely hate that you need to hurt me. I will never like that.”
“You never know…” I said, caressing her cheek, and then brushing some strands of her silky brown hair that fell over her face to the back of her ear. “But I don’t care if you don’t. As long as you are a good girl, I can make torture very pleasurable. I’ll make you want it.”
Amanda bit her full lower lip, her eyes still wide.
“Now let’s get some sleep. It was a full day and I have plans for tomorrow,” I said.
“Ok…” She whispered, trying to get up with her body still shaking hard, but I held her in place with my arms.
“Where are you going?” I asked, grinning.
“To my room…?” She explained, confused.
“From now on you sleep with me, tomorrow we will throw all my father’s stuff in the garbage, and we are taking our things to the big room.”
She gaped at me while I grinned at her reaction.
“I own you, and we both own the Shade Fields now.” -->
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