TW — this will be very uhm,, ungodly. Like somewhat non consensual and I love you all very much
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Darla shifted uncomfortably and lightly trashed against her restraints. She was just beginning to wake up and the didn't understand why she couldn't move freely. She slowly came to her senses and realized she wasn't in her soft bed... she was in this musty, damp room with little light. It looked like an unkept basement and it smelled like mold. She was so cold and sore.
Trying to grasp the situation, Darla shifted and felt around to discover she was tied to a chair, which was tied to a wooden beam, with her legs wide open and her arms above her head. That's when it hit her — she was fully naked. Her entire body exposed to anyone who may walk in. As she thought about the fact that she was naked and alone in a place she doesn't recognize, panic set in. She began trashing violently against her restraints and screaming.
After several minutes of this, she heard a deep chuckle from behind her accompanying footsteps in her direction. "It's so cute how you think all that's gonna help you. Go on, I like to see you struggle," the voice said to her. She went silent and her heart dropped. She was not alone...
Following this abrupt introduction to whoever this person is was a small pressure on her throat. The man had wrapped his hand every so gently around her throat and bent down to say, "Don't worry, Darla. You'll start to enjoy this soon enough." Following that was a sudden warmth in between her legs as a hot mouth started planting kisses at her thighs. The kisses slowly trailed up to her sex and started to tease her lips. She trashed and screamed in horror of the realization of what was about to happen to her. She was too young for this, too kind and quiet. She made sure to stay out of the way and be unseen but some one had seen her, and not in the way she wanted.
Suddenly, the warmth engulfed her clitoris fully, causing a twinge of pleasure to spike. As this mystery man continued his assault on Darla's cute little nub, Darla was becoming wet. Sopping wet. She'd never felt anything like this, it was electrifying. It was addictive and so sweet but she couldn't let that show. Despite how good this was making her feel, she forced her squeals of pleasure down and reduced her manifestation of pleasure into unavoidable lubrication and her knees shaking. Her body was betraying her, making it painfully obvious the bliss this was making her feel. A sharp poke at her entrance made her painfully aware of what was coming next.
As this mans finger slowly entered her soaked mess, she couldn't help but squirm. The finger curled up, pressing directly into her g-spot. A small whimper escaping her mouth was enough to let him know he'd found what he was looking for. He started massaging that spot, viscously attacking her clit with his his tongue. She trashed and hissed as the pleasure became almost unbearable. So good. Too good. Oh god, oh fuck. The pleasure was building inside of her. That all too familiar feeling unmistakable for anything else; Darla was about to cum at the hands of her rapist. Her body trashed and pulled against the rope. Her legs shook and she howled. This orgasm was unlike any other she had ever given herself.
Slowly she calmed down, her naked chest heaving up and down to deliver oxygen to her lungs. In a post-orgasm state, she hardly noticed the ropes binding her to the chair being removed. She only noticed when she was gently picked up and kissed on the forehead, then softly sat down on what seemed to be a bed. She was taken from her hazed state when the mystery man started talking. "I'm gonna tie you back up, but this is gonna be much more comfortable, okay sweetheart?" Barely able to respond, she hummed some incoherent string of words hoping that was good enough.
She felt her arms be tightly bound to the bed, but her legs were free. She wondered why for a minute until she felt two callused hands grab her legs and push them above her head. The man spat on her still sensitive cunt and smeared it into her lips. Suddenly, there was pressure in between her legs. Darla had never been used like this... the only thing that had ever been inside her pretty little sex was her fingers and - well, now his fingers too. She wasn't ready for this cock, but she had no choice. A fast push, no warning. Little to no time to adjust before slamming.
This action caught Darla off guard and caused her to gasp. Was it pain? Was it pleasure? Maybe a little of both. It didn't take long for her to start grinding her hips to his thrusts. Her no longer Virgin pussy was being ambushed and abused and god it felt good. She was screaming for this man she didn't know, god, who knew cock could feel so good. He plunged his lips down on hers and thrusted hard.
"You're such a fucking slut. You like this, don't you? I can feel how wet you are, I know you're enjoying being used like the dirty little bitch you are," he mumbled into her ear. She could only hum in response at the pleasure she was receiving.
Shortly after, his breaths got choppy. So did hers. Their breaths and moans synched. His formerly articulated thrusts turned into lust driven pile drives with little direction other than in. His trusts slowed down as his climax built and suddenly released into her. "Ah- ah, oh fuck. Mm. God." He clung onto her with heavy breaths and slumped down beside her. There has to be a next time..
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yo I haven't slept in 2 days 💔
