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Isabelle
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I was quite positive she was aware of my presence, yet she still refused to glance up, even once, her eyes glued to a book that looked millions of years old. I could tell that she had read it over and over again due to the numerous dog tags and stains on each page, and to the speed she flipped the pages, almost as if she had every single word memorized. Her hair was the darkest possible black, her bangs swooped over her forehead, covering half of her left eyebrow, low enough to look nearly emo but ever so slightly high enough so you could see her piercing green eyes. She was beautiful, although she looked a bit beat up and unnaturally skinny. Her clothes looked as if she had worn them for ages, her big sweater was raggy and her skinny jeans had tons of itty bitty holes. Her feet were bare, blistered over with splotches of blood on her lower heels and in between her toes. I realized I had been staring at her for nearly five minutes, and without thinking, I opened my mouth and softly spoke the word "hi."
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This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

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