Holdyn Wolf
01-13-2007, 05:50 AM
((The following is a fictional story. The characters and scene are all made up and are pure works of fiction. Any similarity either the scene or the character may have to real life people or events is only coincidental. The story includes graphic accounts of forced sexual acts and violence. If this should offend you please do not read any further.))
part i
She's the kinda girl that you just can't get out of your head. That small petite body, long perfectly straight dirty blonde hair and those intense blue eyes that glow like rare jewels. She looked stunning in a short black skirt and tight buttoned up white shirt. Add in the thick goth platform high heal boots, countless bracelets made of an assortment of materials and that thick leather choker and you have the object of my hunger.
We dated a few years back but never made it far past making out. She was young, I was timid, it was a recipe for disaster. Add in the fact we lived a good forty-five minute drive from one another and neither of us were with transportation. I was in living on campus at the college I was attending, she was still living with her parents.
We talked on the phone often, chatted over instant messenger on the internet and saw each other only when her parents were willing to drive her over to see me; which was you can guess wasn't very often. They didn't exactly approve of the two of us.
When we did manage to be together we were almost always chaperoned by her parents, the most we managed to sneak in then was a kiss here and there and a hand on the ass. Oh she had a wonderful ass. It was nice and tight and when had on a pair of her tight jeans it was an amazing sight to behold.
I wanted her bad, but never took it. The one chance I had, an hour alone with her in my dorm room ended as just a very heavy make out session. I can still remember the taste of her lips, vanilla. She always wore that lip balm. I was going to go for it, the ultimate prize. Well I say that now thinking back on it but I was to timid and shy and unsure of myself then to really have any real plans of taking her there in my dorm room. So all I had was the taste of her lips and the feel of her body against mine.
That's never been enough for me. She haunts my dreams now, my fantasies. She is the object of my lust and I can't keep living with her in the back of my mind constantly.
I was going to fix that though; needed to end the constant torture and know what she was like. the bulge in my pants was growing with the thought of her warm skin under my hand as I slide it down along her bare body, fingers caressing the her sides while slowly moving down over her perfectly sculpted hips. The way her tight ass would feel in the palm of my hand when I wrapped my fingers around her cheek to give it a good hard squeeze.
It only got worse then, the throbbing as I sat there in her apartment waiting for her return. It was a small place but had enough room for her. The luxury of living alone would become a curse.
She knew what I looked like, so I was risking a lot to get her out of my thoughts. I had to though, I really think if I didn't that I would have ended up going mad. Because of this I hid my face behind a black ski-mask, the type you wear while snowmobiling or robbing a gas station. There was no way to hide the voice but I figured if I yelled a lot and kept her scared she wouldn't ever connect me with it. It had been quite a few years anyways.
All my gear was there in the living room with me. I wasn't going to settle for a single fuck, not after all these years. I was going to get those damn thoughts out of my head and that would take much more then a quick dip in her canal.
Several lengths of rope laid on the small scratched coffee table that sat just in front of the couch. I had to push it out of the way though so I would have room when she struggled. Besides the rope was the knives, gags, cucumber from her own fridge and lube. I had brought a few extra “toys†with me but left them in the bag to begin with.
The clock that hung on her wall had ticked away slowly while I sat there in silence; twirling the long knife in my hand. I occupied the recliner near the door so that I was ready when she returned. I had it all planned out, I knew that I would get behind her view when she entered, hiding just behind the door. She may or may not see the items on her displaced table before my arm would wrap around her, the knife lifted to her throat as a threat of what would happen if she disobeyed. She would feel then my other hand over her mouth, covering those amazing vanilla lips of hers while she tried in vain to scream for someone to save her from the abuse she would soon receive.
I was hoping she would struggle, fight me every step of the way. It would make taking years of hunger and desire out on her easier. It would make it all live up to the expectation of my fantasies and really sate my hunger.
part i
She's the kinda girl that you just can't get out of your head. That small petite body, long perfectly straight dirty blonde hair and those intense blue eyes that glow like rare jewels. She looked stunning in a short black skirt and tight buttoned up white shirt. Add in the thick goth platform high heal boots, countless bracelets made of an assortment of materials and that thick leather choker and you have the object of my hunger.
We dated a few years back but never made it far past making out. She was young, I was timid, it was a recipe for disaster. Add in the fact we lived a good forty-five minute drive from one another and neither of us were with transportation. I was in living on campus at the college I was attending, she was still living with her parents.
We talked on the phone often, chatted over instant messenger on the internet and saw each other only when her parents were willing to drive her over to see me; which was you can guess wasn't very often. They didn't exactly approve of the two of us.
When we did manage to be together we were almost always chaperoned by her parents, the most we managed to sneak in then was a kiss here and there and a hand on the ass. Oh she had a wonderful ass. It was nice and tight and when had on a pair of her tight jeans it was an amazing sight to behold.
I wanted her bad, but never took it. The one chance I had, an hour alone with her in my dorm room ended as just a very heavy make out session. I can still remember the taste of her lips, vanilla. She always wore that lip balm. I was going to go for it, the ultimate prize. Well I say that now thinking back on it but I was to timid and shy and unsure of myself then to really have any real plans of taking her there in my dorm room. So all I had was the taste of her lips and the feel of her body against mine.
That's never been enough for me. She haunts my dreams now, my fantasies. She is the object of my lust and I can't keep living with her in the back of my mind constantly.
I was going to fix that though; needed to end the constant torture and know what she was like. the bulge in my pants was growing with the thought of her warm skin under my hand as I slide it down along her bare body, fingers caressing the her sides while slowly moving down over her perfectly sculpted hips. The way her tight ass would feel in the palm of my hand when I wrapped my fingers around her cheek to give it a good hard squeeze.
It only got worse then, the throbbing as I sat there in her apartment waiting for her return. It was a small place but had enough room for her. The luxury of living alone would become a curse.
She knew what I looked like, so I was risking a lot to get her out of my thoughts. I had to though, I really think if I didn't that I would have ended up going mad. Because of this I hid my face behind a black ski-mask, the type you wear while snowmobiling or robbing a gas station. There was no way to hide the voice but I figured if I yelled a lot and kept her scared she wouldn't ever connect me with it. It had been quite a few years anyways.
All my gear was there in the living room with me. I wasn't going to settle for a single fuck, not after all these years. I was going to get those damn thoughts out of my head and that would take much more then a quick dip in her canal.
Several lengths of rope laid on the small scratched coffee table that sat just in front of the couch. I had to push it out of the way though so I would have room when she struggled. Besides the rope was the knives, gags, cucumber from her own fridge and lube. I had brought a few extra “toys†with me but left them in the bag to begin with.
The clock that hung on her wall had ticked away slowly while I sat there in silence; twirling the long knife in my hand. I occupied the recliner near the door so that I was ready when she returned. I had it all planned out, I knew that I would get behind her view when she entered, hiding just behind the door. She may or may not see the items on her displaced table before my arm would wrap around her, the knife lifted to her throat as a threat of what would happen if she disobeyed. She would feel then my other hand over her mouth, covering those amazing vanilla lips of hers while she tried in vain to scream for someone to save her from the abuse she would soon receive.
I was hoping she would struggle, fight me every step of the way. It would make taking years of hunger and desire out on her easier. It would make it all live up to the expectation of my fantasies and really sate my hunger.