The First Touch
Viserys first touched me when I was 11. I had just had my first bleed, he said I was a woman, that I should grow up. My breasts had started growing a year before, and were by then just mere buds. I'd just come out the bath, my glistening silver hair draped down, over my shoulders, covering my newly forming breasts with thick locks, nearly touching my soft, delicate buttocks. Softly, Viserys' head emerged around the door, he stared at me for what must have been over two minutes, looking and examining every centimetre of my pure, ivory skin, looking at every dimple, curve and crease. Then, without warning, he surged forward, only allowing barely a foot of space between us, and began an even more thorough inspection of my form. I could nearly feel his violet eyes crawling long my skin, a grotesque feeling started in me, beginning in my toes, and ending at the roots of my hair. Just when I thought it couldn't get anymore dark, his fingers began roaming my skin. At first, barely even touching my skin, and gliding, circling my nipples, gliding over my stomach; caressing my buttocks. Then it escalated, scratching and squeezing. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head downwards so my body followed, he pushed my face to the floor, I couldn't even call out, who would come? And I couldn't face waking the dragon, I was in enough pain already. His hands wandered up my thighs, and one of his lean, long fingers started stroking up and down my crack, his fingers probing at my but hole. Then suddenly, his index and middle finger joined together, thrust inside my anal passage, and penetrated me painfully, then he began wiggling and spreading his fingers, my behind burning raw. He then wrenched his fingers out, and grabbing me by the elbow, flipped me over onto my back, my coccyx slamming onto to marble stone floor, sending a shock up and down my spine, momentarily paralysing me. Whispering into my ear 'I'm just prepping you for what you'll have to endure for me to get my kingdom', over, and over again. Whispering, as one finger rammed in an out of my dry vagina, when I tried to close my legs, he put his heavy knee on my pelvic bone, and with both hands, grabbed my knees, and forced them to my face, leaving my lower body completely vulnerable. Keeping my hands on my knees, his head went down to my lower region, and he began to bite my clitorus, not a soft arrousing nibble, but a hard, sharp bite, pulling and yanking at the delicate tissue, if he had done it any harder, I might have torn. A loud sob escaped my lips, and without giving any notice, other than a low, short laugh, as if my searing agony was comical. Once he was done with that, he shoved my legs down, and straddled them. Shoving my hands under my body, once again leaving me totally defenceless with tears running down my face. Finally his hands started molesting, cupping and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they were rock hard and painful. Grabbing the teat, and pulling harshly. Kneading it like dough, after what seemed like forever, he got off me, leaving me in a flood of tears. And not even looking, or acting like anything had happened, he walked away, without glancing back...