She s a Runner Rebel a Stunner Chapter One Edited
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Introduction: I apologize for my original first chapter being so short. I was still deciding whether to continue the story or not. Now that I?m sure, my chapters will be much lengthier and more exciting. Please enjoy Vanessa and her devious encounters with sex! PS. If youre not a fan of incest or violence, do not read these stories. Thank you ~Azuri. Run, Vanessa. Fucking run!
I tripped over my two left feet as I fled through the woods. I didnt know what was after me, but I did know thisthere was no way in hell I was going to let it get me.
Pausing at a tree to catch my breath, I took stock of where I was. The middle of fucking nowhere, thats where I was. Trees surrounded me front and back, left to right. How was I going to make it out alive?
Thats when I saw it. My light at the end of a long, musty tunnel, the flickering light to guide me out of damnation. I raced towards the golden ticket as my head pounded a deep bass drum solo and my lungs reluctantly filled my burning chest with air, like balloons ready to burst.
A snickering came from behind me. Or was it to my left? As the bitter laugh continued, I decided it sounded from all over, not just a single voice. Despite my growing trepidation, I focused on the most boisterous, intrinsic sound I could.
I struggled to concentrate on the raspy inhale and exhale of my unrestrained breathing. Soon, all other sounds fell away. Just like that, I was alone, running from my own demons.
A sharp, painful blow to the back of my head yanked me into reality. I wasnt alone, I was being chased. Hunted. And now the predator had caught its prey.
The last thing I remember before floating into an inky grave was the face of my best friend Carolina mouthing Im sorry and another blow sent me where I was desperately fighting to stay away frommy own personal inferno.
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The first thing to come was the pain. Let me rephrasethe first thing to come was the vigorous, pulsating thrash of my brain trying to beat its way out of my skull and splatter at my feet while continuing to writhe about.
As my vision slowly returned, I became aware of other pains. Small ones, compared to my throbbing head. I was sure I had broken a rib or two, not to mention my throat felt as if someone had taken a cheese grater to it, and I desperately wracked my mind for a reason.
I faintly remembered running through the woods. Glancing around, I found that I was still in the woods. In fact, I was roughly tied to a tree, my hands bound together with chains.
Shes coming to!
I tilted my head to see where the feminine voice came from. Before I could get a good idea, a man with a black ski mask was standing in front of me. I looked down at him from my position on the tree, though he was rather tall. I could see thick biceps coming out from his raggedly cut sleeveless shirt. He was most likely the cause of my physical agony.
Well I see youre finally awake, Sunshine, an abnormally deep voice sounded. He stroked my honey-brown hair softly and pushed it behind my ear. I figured he must have been using a voice changer to disguise his voice. But, why?
Do&hellip,do I know you? I choked out, my eyebrows pulling together. I tried to clear my throat, but that only made the pain even worse. The mystery man wound his hand around my neck, his arms flexing with the slight effort.
You dont speak, His fake voice shook angrily. Slowly releasing his grip, his hand slid down my chest. He firmly grabbed my left tit and brushed my already hardened nipple with his thumb. It was only then that I realized I was completely nude. Cs. Very nice, he commented appreciatively.
When I tried to speak, he shoved his hand over my mouth and pushed my legs open. As mystery man moved forward, he placed his big black boots on a stump until he was standing at least five inches taller than me. With his hand still wrapped tightly around his mouth, he used his left hand to yank down his zipper and set free his mostly hard dick.
My eyes felt like they were going to jump out of their sockets when I saw his pulsating cock. Easily 10 inches long, maybe three inches wide, his member stood proudly between us not even in its fullness.
He spread my legs even wider and pushed the tip against my clit. My eyes bulged again when I realized his intentions. Mouthing no against his large palm, I struggled as hard as I could to nudge him back. There was no way he was getting that monster in me.
Taking his hand away, he lightly slapped my face, though it was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Listen here. Youre going to be a good little girl and keep still. Understand?
I nodded, my eyes glued to the ground. He was going to rape me and there was nothing I could do. The man stepped forward again and this time, he positioned his dick at my hole, slowly shoving the tip in.
I gasped as the huge head of his penis entered into me. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he penetrated my dry pussy, inch by inch. Despite myself, I felt my cunt slowly growing wetter as he tried to fit his length into me.
Thats it, baby girl. Get wet for me, I could hear him chuckling behind his mask.
I whimpered pathetically as this vile man kept trying to fit the last few inches inside. We both knew I was too tight and he was too large. Sighing in defeat, he slowly pulled back until just the tip was in. He replaced his hand over my mouth and looked me straight in the eye.
He let go of the hold he had on my leg and reached towards his mask. Keeping my eyes locked with his, he removed his mask and slammed into me as hard as he could at the same time.
I screamed into his palm.
Daniel?
I awoke in a cold sweat, jerking upright in my bed. What the hell was that! Had I&hellip, Had I just dreamed about getting raped by my brother? I really need to stop taking afternoon naps.
Grabbing my hairbrush, I decide I need something to take my mind off of the dream. I reach for my computer and headphones, settling back under the covers.
I slowly slide my panties down until theyre around my ankles and position my brush over my clit. Plugging everything in, I hit play and listen to sweet, blissful sounds of moaning as I watch a girl get fucked roughly by her boyfriend.
Watching intently, I feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I give a little gasp when I gently push the end of the brush into my sopping cunny.
Matching the pace of the sexy couple on the screen, I try hard not to moan my delights of pleasure. Grunting inwardly, I press my fingers rapidly against my clit, stimulating my impending orgasm even more.
Just when Im about to explode around my beloved hairbrush, I hear knocking at my bedroom door. Acting quickly, I pull my hands away, push my legs down, and close my computer. My father peeks his head around my door.
Can I come in? He asks with a smile. Damn! I was so close! I shout inside my head. Outside, I smile and nod sweetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt.
Sure, dad. What do you need? I wonder through my teeth. Maybe itll be small so I can finish.
Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up. He replies, placing his hand on my knee.
Sure, give me a few minutes and Ill be right down, I smile. I sit silently, staring at him and waiting for him to leave.
Well, are you going to get up? He urges.
Yes&hellip,? I just need a minute.
My father looks at me suspiciously, but gets up and goes to the door. Looking back, he gives me a mischievous grin and yanks my blanket away from me.
My baby blue eyes bulge the size of Jupiter as I try to conceal my naked nether regions that still have a brush stuck inside and juices flowing out. My face burns bright red as my dad looks at me with disappointment and shakes his head.
Vanessa&hellip, He sighs. Youre just like your brother. You need to get control of yourself, or get the fuck out of my house.
As my father storms away, I cant help but recall my dream at the mention of my brother. I search through the piles of clothes on my floor for some pants and grab the first pair I see.
Just as Im about to slide them on, the hairbrush slips out and I turn red all over again. I glide my hand across my nipple to see if I could finish, but the mood is gone. I sigh and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.
Hey, mom. Dad said you could use my help? I pop a piece of chicken from the pan into my mouth and almost spit it back out from the heat. My mom gives me an angry look and for a second Im concerned that dad had already told her about my incident.
Yes. Would you please set the table? Dinner is almost done, but I cant do everything, you know. Oh, and your dog peed in the living room. Again. I breathed an internal sigh of relief as I went to set the table. Maybe my masturbation was a topic I would be able to avoid.
Mm, what smells amazing? An all-too-familiar voice asks, entering the kitchen. I turn my face away, focusing on setting the table. I hold as still as I can when I feel arms slowly twine around my body, encasing me in a death-grip hug.
Hey there, little sister, Daniel says happily, laying his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes and wait for him to release me.
Hey&hellip, Daniel. I say softly, trying to keep my voice from shaking. To my disappointment, he squeezes me even tighter and presses his face close to my ear.
So&hellip,, I can hear the smirk in his voice as he whispers. Dad told me about your…bedroom fun. He chuckles and I shiver as his cool breath travels across my neck. I shake him off of me and continue setting the table.
Theres no need to bring that up during dinner, though, okay? Moms sick enough as it is, she doesnt need to have a heart attack. I whisper furiously.
Okay, okay! He says, holding his hands up in surrender. I nod, refusing to look him in the eye and finish the table. Just as Im about to walk away, he stops me. Hey&hellip, he says softly and lifts my chin towards him. I stubbornly look at the table. Whats wrong? I smile, still not looking at him.
Its nothing, I need to go tell mom she can call dinner, I say, and remove myself from his grip. I can still remember the sting of his slap, dream or not.
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Pass the rice, please, Daniel says to me. I lift the bowl up and hold it out to him. Our fingers brush slightly and I almost drop the bowl in my haste to break the connection. I can feel him burning holes into my eyelids, but I keep my vision on my plate as I push my peas around.
Vanessa, eat, my mom says as she nudges my elbow. I smile halfheartedly and shove some peas into my mouth. Chewing slowly, I sit back and fiddle with my napkin.
I know this isnt the best issue to bring up at the dinner table, but I feel as though it should be addressed, my father announces. My heart kicks up a notch. Vanessa, youre an adult now and with that comes responsibilities. I shouldnt be walking into your room to ask you a question and find you&hellip, he clears his throat and my cheeks burn redder than the devils dick. Lets get something straight. Look at me. I reluctantly raise my eyes to his. My house, my rules. If you want to touch yourself, you do that in the privacy of your own home. Do you understand? I switch from looking him in the eye to staring at the wall just behind his head. I nod my reply. Good, he clears his throat once more and continues to eat his meal.
Um&hellip,may I be excused? I ask, my voice barely audible. My mom shakes her head and I get up, practically running out of the dining room. I race up the stairs to my room and fling myself onto the bed, willing my eyes to stop leaking. How embarrassing.
I hear a soft knock on my door. Dont worry dad, Im not doing anything you wouldnt wanna see, I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Its&hellip,not dad, Daniels voice says from behind me. I shove my face even further into my pillow. Hes the last person I want to see. Vanessa, Im worried. Normally youd take something like this lightly, shake it off, make a few jokes. You shouldnt be this torn up, and I&hellip, he reaches down and puts his hand on my shoulder, but I scoot away. Why wont you look at me?
My body shudders as I sob. I dont want to explain. I just want him to go away. I feel Daniel sit on the bed behind me and suddenly his voice is next to my ear.
Dont push me away, Ness. Im here, always. Talk to me, he says softly, stroking my hair. Its all too like my dream and I wish I could fall into a hole where he cant reach me.
Daniel, I dont want to talk to you! I screech, sitting up violently. Not NOW, not EVER! I want you to leave me alone! Out of the corner of my eye, I see his face fall. He gets up and walks to the door, looking back for a second before leaving my room. Part of me is relieved that I dont have to deal with his presence, but I know I really hurt him. The voice in the back of my head tells me to go to him, but I push that thought away as I lean back into my pillow.
Slowly, I feel the tears subside. I shut my eyes tight and imagine nothing. I see a deep black void in my mind, and suddenly, Im asleep.
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And then I found the lovely Teresa, my gorgeous, gold-haired girl. I had rescued her from a dock in New York, loved her until we both were senseless, saved her from a burning shack after she had been repeatedly raped by a score of militiamen, and then sent her on to her faux diplomat-father, hoping she would mend and he would properly care for her. That was where I found her, at her father's fine, tall, brick house. (See Rebel #8) One of my contacts told me that there was a wealthy Spanish...
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On my way back to my duties, I stopped to visit Frances again, drawn like a bear to honey, anticipating another happy tumble in the hay, complete respite from the never-ending war. It was a terrible mistake. She rose to her toes and kissed me when I opened the door to her bedroom and found her alone, writing a letter. The room smelled like roses. It was midday, bright and sunny, and the large, high bed looked very inviting. "So how's the poor, lonely, little widow?" I asked when my mouth...
The second time I went to visit Madam Von R--'s doctor friend, he had good news for me. A compatriot of his, another doctor, had died, he said, and had shelves filled with various medications. "I'm sure his widow has no use for the stuff," he assured me. "She's a fine woman, but I have no idea if she is politically inclined." He gave me directions and a note of introduction. It took most of the day to make the trip with my light wagon, and I was hungry and tired when I knocked at the...
When Andena woke up, she was alarmed by the fact that she was unable to move her body. Her breathing seemed to be controlled, and she couldn’t feel anything. It was as if her body was detached from her. Only her main functions seemed to be present: she heard her heart beating, and knew that the very fact that she was conscious meant that she was being given enough oxygen. She tried to open her eyes but she couldn’t. To be honest, she didn’t care that she was unable to do anything. Being in a...
"They's been transferred," the girl said with a smile. "I ain' gonna miss 'em neither." "Who?" I asked, "who's been transferred?" "The bloody regiment," the girl said with an exasperated tone, almost ready to give up on my flabby member which was all right with me since we had been at it hard and heavy for nearly an hour. "Are they now?" I said. "Who'll be coming in?" "Don' know," she said, slapping the limp thing and rolling out of bed, giving me a good look at her...
I was bent low when the shot burned my thigh and hit my poor horse. She stumbled, dumped me in the frigid stream, got to her feet and limped away after scrambling up the far bank. By then I had rolled over several times, failed to grasp a tree root and was in the swift-flowing main stream. I pulled off my soggy boots and thrashed about, trying not to swallow too much water and then I rammed head first into a boulder and knocked myself silly. I awoke with two people pulling on my arms and my...
"Now," the old madam said, lifting an eyebrow, "this is a special case." "You always say that," I told her with a smile. She hit me with her fan. "This fine young woman really is especially special, you impertinent cur. Wait until you see her; you will understand. And she may be in serious trouble. I can't really tell from her note. She has been useful to us, very useful. Go quickly, do whatever she tells you." I went quickly where I was told, arrived late at night, stabled my...
"Take off your clothes, you stupid bitch," commanded the sneering officer. I was beaten and chained to a rafter so there was little I could do but watch. The major glanced at me and then returned his attention to the girl who had removed her bodice and dropped it to the floor. "Hurry up, strumpet," the officer snarled. "Haven't got all day." She stepped from her skirt gracefully, let it fall and pulled her shift over her head and tossed back her long hair. She had not worn...
The men who captured me were a mix of Scots and Germans under the command of a young Englishman with an aristocratic look and a sadistic streak. His mixed and motley company had been out stealing horses when they found me late one morning disporting myself in a barn with a young maiden who had been around the track a few times. We were so busy with our efforts to please each other that neither of us heard the horsemen approach until they were in the barnyard. The girl squealed, slithered out...
A captain we met down there had two lovely daughters, and on several occasions he brought them into camp to entertain the visiting officers from the north. One was sweet and cooperative, charming and polite, but the other, the younger one, was a tease. That's what we called girls like that back home, cock teasers. She led men on, flirted and flounced, played with them, fanned them, flattered them, made them think it was available, showed it to them and then took it away, rejected them and...
The shots were from up the hill in front of me and somewhere off to the left, two of them. I kicked my horse and moved that way while a part of my mind suggested hesitation and care as well as minding my own business. The first things a saw when I broke out of the treeline was a a small farm house, a good sized knot of horses, a man holding some of them and obviously guarding the others. His back was to me and he wore a militia uniform. He was a Tory. I counted six well-groomed mounts at the...
My horse had gone lame, and I was afoot that morning, carrying my rifle, the captured muskets well hidden, when I almost walked into a Tory company camped alongside the road. One man saw me, yelled and waved as I ducked into the pine trees and ran for it, in no mood to tackle a dozen, well-armed men. They came crashing after me, hooting and hollering like it was some kind of game or cross-country hunt. I stayed low and moved as fast as I could through the dense woods, across a stream, up a...
Mrs. Snyder, Ivy and the tangle of bony arms and thin legs that were her three rambunctious sons welcomed me with a fine, late supper behind shuttered windows. I looked at Ivy in the candlelight and saw why her mother was so determined to hide her, to save her chastity if she could. She was blooming, becoming a beauty, finer boned than her lusty mother but just as lovely and almost as tall. In Felicity's large, soft bed, after we had satisfied each other to the point of mutual moaning and...
My luck held. I did not have to spend much time freezing in Morristown that long winter, and I already had a bout with smallpox which left a few holes in my hide but little more. Instead, Lieutenant Foster got made a captain, and our bunch became a ranger company, at least for a while. Mostly we were back at harassing the Redcoats and Germans as much as we could, shooting unwary officers, playing fox and hounds and making their lives miserable as possible on a regular basis. I even started...
On one early winter trip back to camp after an invigorating evening in Ginny's arms and legs, I ran into an odd situation. I heard a couple of gunshots in the distance and then discovered an expensive chaise standing at the side of the narrow road, and in it I found a very dead British lieutenant of infantry. He had been shot twice, evidently at close range. Powder burns showed around his wounds. The only other thing in the small carriage was a lady's reticule or purse. The man's pockets...
To our readers, What is History? As most would define it, History is the re-telling of what has been. We must agree that this definition is a good one, although not encompassing all the subtleties of this science. But in this very definition is embedded a 'flaw'. By the time you read this sentence, so many events with potential historic signification happen all across the New Republic that they could not all be recorded, even if we devoted each and every of our computers to that task....
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Blasts of redness assaulted James from the inside of his eyelids. Each beat of his heart seemed to drive red hot spikes from his eyes to the back of his brain. His pain was a river without an end. Squinting against the throbbing, he groaned and slowly reached up towards his head to rub his eyes. He felt a hand reach out and stop his movement. "Shhhhhhh, just try to relax. I've got something here for the pain. I'd have given it to you earlier, but you have to be conscious before taking it...