Dollface
06-10-2009, 12:23 AM
The first part of a story I'm working on. This is my first story hear on RB so all comments/constructive criticism are more than welcome.
.>part one: a death in the family.<
Once upon a time there was an unfortunate little girl named Gwen who grew up to be an unlucky young woman. She was beautiful, yes, with long blonde hair that went down to the back of her knees if left to hang free, and a pair of the bluest eyes the world had ever seen. She was smart too—graduated early from high school and at the tender age of 18 was already in her second year at a prestigious university.
It was while at this university that she began to have the nightmares…
She was in a darkened, richly-decorated room, naked, gagged and chained spread-eagled to a massive bed. The room was silent save for her muffled cries for help and the metallic clinking sound of the chain links as she thrashed in place, desperate to escape. Exactly what, or who it was that she was so terrified of, Gwen could never remember at that point, though she had dreamed this scenario countless times.
Despite her almost superhuman struggles, her bonds held firm, and it wasn’t long until her lithe young body was slicked with sweat, her well-developed breasts heaving. Finally, after some time had passed—seconds? Hours? Years?—the heavy, ornately-carved door creaked open, allowing a bent, wizened figure inside. The newcomer ignored the chained girl at first, opting instead to settle down at his desk where he scratched at a piece of paper with a dirty ballpoint pen. After several moments of writing, the old man pushed himself away and rose to his feet. His cold, black eyes met Gwen’s frightened blue ones, and his thin lips twisted into a smile.
“Dear, sweet little girl,†he whispered mockingly into the darkness. “Poor little princess. All alone with no one to protect her. Oh, whatever shall I do with you?†The bed creaked under his weight as he sat down next to his prisoner. Gently, his gnarled hands stroked her soft body: grasping her breasts to feel their fullness, tweaking her nibbles, trailing across her soft, full lips and back again, stroking her firm stomach, and finally exploring the delicate folds of her vagina. Through it all Gwen tried to scream, but couldn’t even manage that, thanks to the gag.
The old man ceased his lecherous examination and stood up once more. Taking great pleasure in his captive’s frightened whimpering, the man began to slowly undress, leaving his discarded clothing in a crumbled heap on the ground. His penis was a thick pole, and was already hard with lust when he climbed on top of her. Gwen shook her head furiously as tears sprang to her eyes, pleading with him nonverbally to stop. Laughing, the man grabbed the girl by the chin, digging his long nails into her cheek before forcing a kiss upon her lips. “Good girl,†He said with satisfaction.
Suddenly, a shrill ringing sound could be heard. The sound grew louder and louder, and the man scowled with irritation. “Already?†He muttered to himself, then glared down at the helpless girl beneath him. “We will meet again soon enough, darling. But you will come to me…â€
Gwen sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. Her sheets were a tangled mess all around her and she had somehow managed to kick her comforter to the ground. The phone rang again, Gwen looked at her digital clock. 3:14 a.m. What could be so important that someone had to call at 3:14 in the morning? Groggily, she picked up the receiver.
“Hello?†She said. “Yes, this is her.â€
She listened to the person at the other end of the line for what seemed like eternity, her blue eyes widening with shock.
“Are you sure?†She asked, her voice almost breaking with the strain of emotion. Listening again, it took everything in her power to keep the phone pressed to her ear.
“I’ll be on the next flight there. Thank you.â€
.>part one: a death in the family.<
Once upon a time there was an unfortunate little girl named Gwen who grew up to be an unlucky young woman. She was beautiful, yes, with long blonde hair that went down to the back of her knees if left to hang free, and a pair of the bluest eyes the world had ever seen. She was smart too—graduated early from high school and at the tender age of 18 was already in her second year at a prestigious university.
It was while at this university that she began to have the nightmares…
She was in a darkened, richly-decorated room, naked, gagged and chained spread-eagled to a massive bed. The room was silent save for her muffled cries for help and the metallic clinking sound of the chain links as she thrashed in place, desperate to escape. Exactly what, or who it was that she was so terrified of, Gwen could never remember at that point, though she had dreamed this scenario countless times.
Despite her almost superhuman struggles, her bonds held firm, and it wasn’t long until her lithe young body was slicked with sweat, her well-developed breasts heaving. Finally, after some time had passed—seconds? Hours? Years?—the heavy, ornately-carved door creaked open, allowing a bent, wizened figure inside. The newcomer ignored the chained girl at first, opting instead to settle down at his desk where he scratched at a piece of paper with a dirty ballpoint pen. After several moments of writing, the old man pushed himself away and rose to his feet. His cold, black eyes met Gwen’s frightened blue ones, and his thin lips twisted into a smile.
“Dear, sweet little girl,†he whispered mockingly into the darkness. “Poor little princess. All alone with no one to protect her. Oh, whatever shall I do with you?†The bed creaked under his weight as he sat down next to his prisoner. Gently, his gnarled hands stroked her soft body: grasping her breasts to feel their fullness, tweaking her nibbles, trailing across her soft, full lips and back again, stroking her firm stomach, and finally exploring the delicate folds of her vagina. Through it all Gwen tried to scream, but couldn’t even manage that, thanks to the gag.
The old man ceased his lecherous examination and stood up once more. Taking great pleasure in his captive’s frightened whimpering, the man began to slowly undress, leaving his discarded clothing in a crumbled heap on the ground. His penis was a thick pole, and was already hard with lust when he climbed on top of her. Gwen shook her head furiously as tears sprang to her eyes, pleading with him nonverbally to stop. Laughing, the man grabbed the girl by the chin, digging his long nails into her cheek before forcing a kiss upon her lips. “Good girl,†He said with satisfaction.
Suddenly, a shrill ringing sound could be heard. The sound grew louder and louder, and the man scowled with irritation. “Already?†He muttered to himself, then glared down at the helpless girl beneath him. “We will meet again soon enough, darling. But you will come to me…â€
Gwen sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. Her sheets were a tangled mess all around her and she had somehow managed to kick her comforter to the ground. The phone rang again, Gwen looked at her digital clock. 3:14 a.m. What could be so important that someone had to call at 3:14 in the morning? Groggily, she picked up the receiver.
“Hello?†She said. “Yes, this is her.â€
She listened to the person at the other end of the line for what seemed like eternity, her blue eyes widening with shock.
“Are you sure?†She asked, her voice almost breaking with the strain of emotion. Listening again, it took everything in her power to keep the phone pressed to her ear.
“I’ll be on the next flight there. Thank you.â€