1. She would remember me


    Date: 5/1/2018, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Teen, Rape, Reluctance, Author: lightknightpete, Source: sexstories.com

    I stood leaning against the wall as she came in. She had vibrant purple and pink hair, streaking almost white in places. She was wearing a black leather skirt, it tickled her just above her knee as she walked, loose and flowy, teasing the world with her sexy, thick thighs. Her skin was an indescribable color of pink and pale white. A white shirt with black sleeves simply clung to her curves across her chest, her ample breast screaming to get out, stretching the material for all it was worth. I looked at her face, and just knew what was about to happen. She was beautiful, her easy smile and a twinkle in her eyes, as though she could instantly understand everything, a kind of hyper intelligence that just made her eyes sparkle. A cute nose stud stuck out, blending in and complimenting her face perfectly. A woman that beautiful would never love me, I could never have that, if I didnt take it. And I had to have it. She laughed out loud to something on her phone as her chubby little fingers slid across the touch screen, and I needed it that much more. I wanted her, I needed her, and I would have her. She didnt even look up at me, of coarse she didnt. Why would she, a girl that cute would never notice me. I would think she was mocking me, but to mock me she would have to have seen me, would have to acknowledge my existance. She would remember me for the rest of her life after today, I would guarantee that. For better or for worse. I fell in stride behind her, watching her shapely ...
    hips sway and the skirt dance on her thighs as she walked through the store. I listened to her talk to herself as she read her facebook or her texts, whatever was going on on that phone that was so much more important than me. Doesnt she know I love her, I would appreciate her body and her laugh and smile? What asshole made her laugh so easy who is undoubtably going to use and hurt her? Why can she not love me? I followed her, watching her body move like leaves in the wind, with a grace that cant be described. She finally decided it was time to leave the store, and still never noticed me in her footsteps. She walked with almost a skip, still laughing and dancing as she walked, she spun around twice even, and still never gave me a second glance. She turned and started up the sidewalk, just as I hoped. I glanced each way, checking for traffic. The street was empty. I quickly closed the gap between us, and reached a hand under her arm and grabbing her throat from behind, pulling her body against mine and silencing her as her air was cut off. She started to struggle, a hand instinctively came up to my wrist on her neck, but I put that thought to rest with a firm squeeze and soft whisper. She winced in pain and tears appeared in the corner of her beautiful eyes. I bit her ear as I told her, "You will be quiet, or I will hurt you much worse than I need to, if you know whats good for you, you will be silent, and come with me, and I will let you go when I am finished." She nodded, and ...
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