DISCLAMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, are not mine except the plot. No copyright infringement is intended
Please Note: Stories contain sex and rape.
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Prologue
In my mind, I felt like I was in a dream, trying to running as fast as I could but from what I do not know. Only this was real.
Then I felt his lips. Ghosting along the side of my neck from behind.
My heart skipped a beat. In anticipation or in worry I was not sure. But one thing I was sure was what would happened next. The rational side of me told to stop this as I do not what this but one tiny corner of brain told I wanted this and this was all the small movement I did in front of him was really for.
Suddenly, I was pushed against the wall with him caging me in the middle of both his arm. He grabbed my face and forced his lips on mine pinching my nipples at the same time. Uncontrollably, I let out a soft moan.
I was trying had to drawing in short gasps of air to try to keep myself under control as one of his hand left my breast and began to slowly venture down. But failed. I was totally helpless to his advances. My body wanted him, there was no denying it.
"What are you doing?" I whispered as I tried to push him away with the strength I had left.
He didn't respond to me, his lips just continued to lavish my neck with attention as his other arm wrapped around my waist and pressed me against his hard erection. With his left hand continued its path southward until it reached its destination.
"Please, stop," I begged breathlessly. Not really sure what I really want to stop. His advances or my reaction.
My breath was coming out in pants, the ability to form words was slipping out of my grasp by every second.
"Tell me what you want," he mumbled against my neck as his lips nibbled on my neck.
"Please," I whispered.
"Tell me to stop," he said as his fingers pressed the lace into my clit, rubbing them in circles softly. "Tell me you don't want this, and I will stop."
I gasped as his lips began to suck on the skin below the collar of my shirt, and my hips instinctively pushed back into his, his erection pressing against me.
I whined as his fingers began to press more firmly into me.
"Tell me to stop or I am going to take you right now!" he growled against my neck, his grip on my waist tightening.
I was losing my reasoning to fight. He made me lose all control when I was around him. This was so twisted. Everything was wrong, from the moral to ethnics to the situation I was caught in but I cannot seem to find the way to push the pleasure away. How could I be responding to this and maybe enjoying this a little bit too much.
All these things were swirling around in my head as his lips became more forceful against my neck. Then the minute I felt his fingers sliding in along the wetness between my legs, nothing mattered. Nothing. Every moral and values I owned were thrown out of the window. He thrust his fingers harder in me with every stroke. Before I could even stopped myself I came.
Then the gravity of the situation kicking in as I tried to catch my breath again.
"Sorry." He muttered and left. Leaving me confused, what did his sorry meant. Was he sorry for touching me or was he just pitying me? Am I just a sick joke of his? Why did I even care about him, he just forced himself on me.
Slowly, I pulled myself together and walked towards the room where I was supposed to be in and let out a silent sob.
