My eyes were wide with the shock of my realization. He was going to own me. Violate me, and make me his. I wanted to cry, but swallowed back my tears. I wanted to be strong like my mother.

He continued gently moving his fingers from my hair to my face, to my collarbone. I knew he was getting close to my breasts and my heart was pounding so loudly I thought I could hear it.

Suddenly, he stopped and grabbed my arm again, walking me over to a bed. He sat down.

"Come here," he ordered in a gruff voice, gesturing for me to stand directly in front of where he was sitting on the bed. His breathing seemed to be altered as he spoke to me and I could see the outline of his full length underneath his loincloth out of my peripheral vision. I knew he wanted me and that at this point, nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. Nothing.

I walked over so that I was standing just a few feet from him.

"Closer."

I wanted to cry, but knew it wouldn't help. I walked up closer, to the point where I was standing in between his massive feet. Why was he making me do this?

As I stood there in front of him, I saw him hungrily move his eyes from my breasts down to my skirt.

"Take it off," he vaguely commanded, his eyes still on my chest.

I wondered how it would feel, the inevitable, as I placed my fingers underneath my top. Would his massively thick length make me bleed? I pondered this as I lifted the ivy green blouse over my head. It was all I could think of.

I began to undo my skirt, pausing in horror when he quickly removed his loincloth to reveal his large, veiny member. He began stroking it as he watched me, letting me know that I had become his puppet and that I was putting on a show for his own, sick entertainment.

I started to cry and turned around to run, when he, almost reflexively, grabbed my arm and forced me onto the bed.

He climbed over me before I could even get up. We wrestled for a few seconds before he had my hands pinned above my head with his single hand. My eyes were now dry of tears and he smiled evilly before forcefully planting his lips on mine. I tried to move my head to make him stop, but he had already gripped my chin with his other hand to keep my head still. I kicked and squirmed, but to no avail. I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth and I felt nauseous.

He let go of my chin and hands, correctly assuming that I knew fighting back would be futile. He then ripped off my skirt, revealing my bare girlhood. I reflexively closed my legs, but he had forced them open and placed his head in between them within seconds. I covered my mouth helplessly, ready to cry or scream again.

I watched him as he lowered his head, taking in my scent. My body had betrayed me and I could feel a growing moisture and warmth down there, regardless of how repulsive he was.

I felt chills run up my spine and my legs involuntarily attempted to close when I felt him stroke my clit just once with his cold finger. I had never felt such a sensation before. Never in my life had I wanted to punish my body either, not because of what he was doing to me, but because what he was doing actually felt good.

He made eye contact with me as he ran his tongue along it, and almost as soon as he did, I felt the chills up my spine again and involuntarily moaned. It was like I had lost complete control over my body. It was at his mercy now. He continued, but one part of me pathetically tried to push his head away while the other part had my back arched, with me covering my mouth to stifle my moans because of the way he was making me feel.

He finally stopped, and I laid motionless, still overwhelmed with what I just experienced. I thought that I'd stick to obeying his commands, but when I then noticed him getting up to position his thick, brown member in between my legs, any sense of obedience went out the window as I tried to get back up. He proved my attempts futile, locking my arm into a tight grip before I could make another move. I continued squirming, unleashing a round of punches wherever I could until he finally got a hold of both hands.

Now in complete control again, he turned me over onto my stomach as I continued kicking and screaming. I heard him chuckle, and I prayed to the gods that something, or someone would come to my rescue.