This is my first attempt at one of these. I hope you like it. If not I will not continue it. I'm not much of a writer, but this seemed good enough. If you do like it please review and follow. Also if I get enough feedback and decide to continue, should I continue with a Sara P.O.V. and a Tegan P.O.V.?
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What the fuck, where am I? What happened? I try to lift my head to look around but I am met with utter darkness. Why can't I see around me? Why is my head so heavy? Why do I feel so dizzy? I can feel a slight breeze. What the fuck, am I naked? I attempt to move my arms but they seem to be pinned above me. Why can't I move my arms? I try moving my legs and when I do I notice that they are spread apart and I can't move them much. I realize that I am laying on a bed. Oh fuck, no no no! I start thrashing with all the strength I can muster in my dazed state. That's when I hear it, the clinking of my shackles. I start crying, sobbing rather. This isn't good, this isn't good! Through the sobs that are racking my chained form, I make out another sound, the creaking of a door and light footsteps. Oh shit this is it I'm going to die. Before I know what else to think the mask is ripped off my face and I am blinded by light.
"Shut up! Stop crying. You asked for this! Stop being such a baby!" Comes a raspy voice that I faintly recognize in my drugged state.
I stop sobbing so loudly. My eyes slowly adjust to the light; I take in the scene before me. I am naked bound to a bed my and body makes an X shape. My attacker is naked as well only wearing a mask and she stands off the edge of the bed. Through the silent tears that are still washing down my face I watch as my attacker circles the bed, her eyes never leaving my body as she looks at me like I am a piece of meat. She stops at the foot of the bed and lightly touches my foot, and I jump. She trails her hand up my leg as she continues walking around me. I can't help but notice she has soft hands and that her body is gorgeous, in a different circumstance I can't help but to think that I would get turned on?
"Why so jumpy? I'm not going to hurt you….much. It all depends on how much you cooperate." Her voice drips with lust, it scares me more than this situation. Something about her is familiar but what is it?
I gathered as much courage as I can. "What are you g…g…going t..t..to do to me?" I whimper out. She continues running her hand lightly up my leg, past my trimmed curly mound and onto my stomach as she continues walking around the bed. Her hand reaches my right breast and she squeezes it hard. I try in vain to shake her grasp on me, but I don't have any luck. What the fuck, you're going down without a fight?
"Oh, I think you can figure that out. Even you aren't that stupid Tegan," she climbs onto the edge of the bed keeping her hand on my breast and leans down putting her face in mine and making direct eye contact and whispers, "but I'm gonna fuck you until you scream." I can't help but notice she has the most amazing hazel eyes, not so much unlike my own. Her breath ghost's across my lips. I wonder what her lips would feel like on mine? Wait, no! I shouldn't be thinking like this!
"Who the fuck are you?" I spit at her the tears still silently running down my cheek as I still thrash around trying to shake her hand off me. She brings the hand that had the vice grip on my breast up and strikes my face, surely leaving a red mark for in the morning. Oh fuck, will I even make it to the morning?
"That doesn't matter," she snaps, "you want this and me. I'm going to force you to realize it." She crashes her face into mine forcing her tongue into my mouth. I have the urge to bite it, but I don't. Why is this turning me on, why am I not fighting this?
As if she read my mind, she pulls away dragging her teeth across my bottom lip and I shake. "No more talking," she forcefully states, "or I'll be forced to gag you and I'd rather be able to enjoy your lips. Also I highly suggest that you don't fight me, I have the advantage and there is nothing you can do to stop me, besides you'll need your strength. But if you do fight, I will punish you. Understand?" Her eyes are full of lust and something else flickers in across them momentarily, sympathy. Sympathy? Does she feel sorry for doing this? Why is she doing this? I nod my head slowly and stop trying to get free. "Good."
With that she moves to straddle my body, her breasts sway with her movements and her eyes never leave mine. She then moves herself between my legs and sits on her knees. I can feel the heat rushing to my core. God she's beautiful, why can't I have a girl like this in my life? Her breasts are literally the definition of perfection, I just want to take them and squeeze them then take them into my mouth and suck on them. The rest of her body looks like those that only models have. I can see it now, her underneath me her breathing heavy and ragged all hot and bothered by me. Oh, the things I would do to this girl! I bet her face is gorgeous, with a voice like that she would have to be beautiful! No Tegan, what are you thinking? You're tied to a bed, you've apparently been drugged and this person is about to rape you. But she's beautiful! It doesn't matter you're about to be raped!
I'm pulled from the silent battle inside my mind when I feel her nails digging into sides as she drags them across my skin. I wince, and she smiles. She repeats her actions each finger leaves a burning sensation in its quake. My breathing is becoming ragged and I'm craving her touch, but I will never admit it.
"You like that." She states with an evil smirk.
I open my mouth to speak and to protest but, she eyes me, I shut my mouth and shake my head.
"Lier," and with that she strikes my face again, "I will not tolerate such blatant lies I can see you like it, your eyes and body betray you. I'm going to have to punish you." With that she leans down and takes my nipple into her mouth and bites down. I grit my teeth and attempt to not cry out in pure pleasure Her teeth dig into my skin and she grinds them. My back arches at this and I feel her lips curl against my skin. She grazes her teeth across my hard bud as she pulls back. "I told you, you liked it."
"Fuck." I whimper. My tears have stopped and now I have to stifle the moans that want to escape my throat.
"What was that? I thought I told you no more talking? Do I have to gag you?" She asked lust pours from everything she does.
I shake my head furiously.
"Good."
With that she leans up my body and lays down on me and she moves her hands to my hair and eyes my neck. She drops her head and forcefully sucks on different spots on my neck . I fight to keep the moans from escaping. She bites hard near my pulse point; I twitch and tilt my head back. I can feel her smile. She's on top of me, god, she's wet, I did this to her? I don't even know her? I start to get antsy both of us are breathing ruggedly. She's turning me on, but she's rapping me? It's not rape if I want it though. Do I want this? The heat at my core is becoming more and more unbearable.
"You want me." She states.
I nod nonetheless. What the fuck am I doing, this is rape! I don't want this! Who the fuck wants this, this is wrong I don't even know this person!
She untangles a hand from my hair and ever so slowly runs it down my body. My body shudders and goosed bumps appear in the quake of her hand. She pulls my hair with her other hand as punishment for shuddering. I can't fight the fire that is burning within myself. I wait in anticipation; I don't have to wait long. She gets to my mound and she slides a finger across my folds. She hums on my neck when she realizes how wet I am. Then she roughly plunges three fingers into me. I gasp through clenched teeth.
"Fuck you're tight!" She starts pumping in and out of me roughly. My breathing becomes even more labored. I bight on my bottom lip to contain my moans. I can taste blood. My eyes shut in an attempt to help control the pain. Fuck this really hurts…but I'm enjoying it?
She doesn't care that I'm in pain. She can see me wince with each pump. I'm apparently not in enough pain for her. She slips another finger in and proceeds to pound my pussy up to her knuckles. Every few thrusts she curls her fingers inside me. There is nothing gentle about this, but it is turning me on to no end. I grind my hips the best I can in rhythm with her thrusts. What is different about her that causes this to turn me on? I love what she is doing to my body, I can't get enough of this pleasuring pain. I should be terrified! I should not be enjoying this.
I keep my eyes shut tight in an attempt to hide. She can see that I'm getting very close to the edge, she stops her pumping and pulls out completely with a sickening sound of my cum sleeking against her fingers. My eyes fly open and land on her. She's got her face level with mine looking me directly in the eyes. Those gorgeous hazel eyes. She has her hands on either side of my head supporting herself over me. Wow her body is truly amazing, even with the light sheen of sweat, I could get used to this! My body is shaking and I'm grinding on air in a desperate attempt to regain the friction, I give her a look of pure want. She lifts a hand that I'm sure is intended to strike my face, and I slam my eyes shut to prepare. The blow never comes, I open my eyes and I can't believe it. She has taken off the mask. WHAT THE FUCK! SARA?
"Tegan." I hear a murmur.
"Tegan!" I feel something hit me.
"Teeegggaaaaannnnnn!" Something is shaking my shoulders now. What the fuck?
"Tegan what the fuck are you doing? Get up! We have to leave for school soon," the covers are ripped off my body, reveling my hand in my boxer I'm suddenly wide awake, "oh, fucking shit Tegan, I'm sorry," Sara says dropping the covers and covering her eyes, "you need to get up." She blushes and hastily walks out of my room. Slamming the door slightly.
Did I really just have a wet dream about my twin sister dominating me and wake up masturbating? More importantly, why did I enjoy it? What the fuck is wrong with me?