A/N: This chapter is dark! So it's NC-17 and the rest will either stay NC-
17 or R. Also, I want to thank all those who have sent reviews! Keep them
coming!
Rogndaldr: Thanx for being my beta! U ROCK!! ^-^ I love you even though you just read my story. But I know my grammar is atrocious and if you still want to read the story after reading the rough draft than you are the KEWLEST!
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The wind whips around me viciously; it's midnight exactly. And he's not here, which only means that he's trying to scare me. God, I'm so cold and I'm, well, afraid, he knows that, and I know it too. What I don't know is if I can survive this. The moon shows its face fully against the black blanket of night. That's very good. The moon reflects beautifully off my skin. It makes my pale skin shimmer and my blonde hair glow like silver.
Crunching of leaves behind me snaps me out of my musings. I hear the grinding of the leaves under designer shoes come closer and closer until a figure appears before me.
"Father," I whisper fearfully. I don't let my voice waver. I do not want him to know how much he has affected me.
"Come," is all he says as he begins to walk into the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
I follow like a small pup. But I won't receive love and affection at the end of this little walk. All I see are my feet moving one in front of the other. I do not see the trees or the recognizable landmarks of my surroundings because I am too focused on what tonight will bring.
We stop abruptly. So, the time has come. Time to put on a little show for him. Sad, but I know what my father wants. Thank goodness I'm a quick learner. I have the knife in my pocket, the little wiggle in my hips and the process that will bring this rendezvous to a quick end.
I see he's lain out a blanket.how thoughtful of him. I take a deep, calming breath.
"So, how will we do this? The easy way or the hard way?" he purrs as I pull out my engraved knife.
"Surprise me," I whisper back. He stands a few feet before me, observing me.
//Oh, what fun we will have// There's no sense in putting up a fight. I unclasp the top button of my robes then the next and the next until the forest green cloth flows and puddles around my feet, all the while looking up at him through my lush eyelashes.
"More," he whispers, more like growls. So I progress, dropping the knife to my side. I hear the soft thud as it falls upon my cloak. Next, I slid my hands down my body until I feel the hem of my T-shirt. I slowly pulled it over my head. I could hear the approving grunt from my father.
I began to shake a bit as soon as the cold air brushes against my sensitive skin. Somehow I manage to get all my clothes off without becoming sick. I walk up to him and I can feel the arousal he gets from this before I can see that twisted smile on his face.
He loves to do a bit of role-play. He likes me to be the young naïve boy who wishes his older mentor would show him the ways of the sensual touch. Thankfully, tonight, he just wants the sex.
I unbutton his robes and the shirt underneath. He places his hands on my naked shoulders and then he trails them up and down my arms. Muscles involuntarily tense under his clammy palms.
"Relax, son." He gets some perverted pleasure out of our time together. I guess it's because we spend it doing things that are sinful and shunned upon by society. I think him daft. I don't know why I'm not running away or screaming, maybe because I know he put a privacy charm around this area. Or maybe because I know he will kill me either way.
I can't stand talking, so I get down to business and kiss his shoulder and down to his nipple. I take it into my mouth gentle suckling it as a baby calf to its mother. I hear and feel him shudder in ecstasy. I feel his arousal press into me firmly just below my waistline. He began to grind himself into me. //Can we please hurry this up?// I scream inside my head.
"Get down on your knees," he whispers while I squirm. I hate this part.
I do as I'm told and I can feel the bits of decaying leaves under my knees. I hear the sound I've always feared: his pants unzipping. The soft hush of his pants hitting the ground is the next sound I hear.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work," he dictated brutishly.
I swallow what ever is left of my pride and I take his partially erect phallus into my mouth. I refuse to tease it, just get it up, in and out is my main goal for this evening. I started out being confident but now I'm scared and disgusted with myself. I slid my tongue underneath him and suck away.
It goes on for minutes but it feels like an eternity and a half. I can feel the sticky substance flows down my throat, while the rest runs down my neck.
"Go lay down," I am instructed. "And go get the knife." I freeze in place.
"But I don't want to use the knife. The last time you used it, I was a disaster. You said you would never use it again." I pleaded.
"I lied. What are you going to do about it?" he said in a threatening manner.
I went and picked up the knife. If I thought this wasn't couldn't get any worse, but nonetheless, it did. It got much, much worse. I positioned myself on the blanket with the glinting blade.
I hear him once again growl as he sits and watches me begin to cut my chest. I mark myself with the double cross, blood seeps out of me at a painstaking rate. I didn't feel the pain; I'm to worried to realize.
"Touch yourself."
Gladly, I think. I can imagine that Ron is here, touching me, caressing me, holding me. I lower my hand down my body as a vivid fantasy plays out in my mind. I lightly grasp my cock and believe that it is Ron. I rub my thumb over the tip and I can feel myself begin to become slightly aroused. But I still feel dirty because it turns me on to think that someone is watching me.
I'm quickly snapped out of my musings just before I can stop him from taking my most prized possession. He presses his lips to mine harshly. He pries my mouth open and jams his tongue in. I refused to reply to his wants so he rips away from me.
"I always get what I want you bastard." He whispers acidly into my ear. He whips out the silver blade and holds it to my throat. "Make a sound and I'll kill you. You are becoming quicker in your movements, as if to get rid of me. Fine, I must leave anyway, so let me in. Let me take you once again. Who are you?"
I cringe inwardly. I refuse to say it.
"Who are you?" He presses the sharp edge into my neck. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"What?"
"My body, mind and soul belong to you. I am your slave."
He forces his way into me sharply. I shut my eyes as the tears flow down my cheeks. He didn't prepare me. He just took what he needed.
He thrusts cruelly in and out until he comes once again. I can feel his cum and my blood drips down my legs. I lay there numbly as he dresses and leave the scene just before he tosses me a few coins. I thought he couldn't cheapen this experience. I mutter the words, which seals my wounds instantly.
I need a shower.
Rogndaldr: Thanx for being my beta! U ROCK!! ^-^ I love you even though you just read my story. But I know my grammar is atrocious and if you still want to read the story after reading the rough draft than you are the KEWLEST!
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The wind whips around me viciously; it's midnight exactly. And he's not here, which only means that he's trying to scare me. God, I'm so cold and I'm, well, afraid, he knows that, and I know it too. What I don't know is if I can survive this. The moon shows its face fully against the black blanket of night. That's very good. The moon reflects beautifully off my skin. It makes my pale skin shimmer and my blonde hair glow like silver.
Crunching of leaves behind me snaps me out of my musings. I hear the grinding of the leaves under designer shoes come closer and closer until a figure appears before me.
"Father," I whisper fearfully. I don't let my voice waver. I do not want him to know how much he has affected me.
"Come," is all he says as he begins to walk into the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
I follow like a small pup. But I won't receive love and affection at the end of this little walk. All I see are my feet moving one in front of the other. I do not see the trees or the recognizable landmarks of my surroundings because I am too focused on what tonight will bring.
We stop abruptly. So, the time has come. Time to put on a little show for him. Sad, but I know what my father wants. Thank goodness I'm a quick learner. I have the knife in my pocket, the little wiggle in my hips and the process that will bring this rendezvous to a quick end.
I see he's lain out a blanket.how thoughtful of him. I take a deep, calming breath.
"So, how will we do this? The easy way or the hard way?" he purrs as I pull out my engraved knife.
"Surprise me," I whisper back. He stands a few feet before me, observing me.
//Oh, what fun we will have// There's no sense in putting up a fight. I unclasp the top button of my robes then the next and the next until the forest green cloth flows and puddles around my feet, all the while looking up at him through my lush eyelashes.
"More," he whispers, more like growls. So I progress, dropping the knife to my side. I hear the soft thud as it falls upon my cloak. Next, I slid my hands down my body until I feel the hem of my T-shirt. I slowly pulled it over my head. I could hear the approving grunt from my father.
I began to shake a bit as soon as the cold air brushes against my sensitive skin. Somehow I manage to get all my clothes off without becoming sick. I walk up to him and I can feel the arousal he gets from this before I can see that twisted smile on his face.
He loves to do a bit of role-play. He likes me to be the young naïve boy who wishes his older mentor would show him the ways of the sensual touch. Thankfully, tonight, he just wants the sex.
I unbutton his robes and the shirt underneath. He places his hands on my naked shoulders and then he trails them up and down my arms. Muscles involuntarily tense under his clammy palms.
"Relax, son." He gets some perverted pleasure out of our time together. I guess it's because we spend it doing things that are sinful and shunned upon by society. I think him daft. I don't know why I'm not running away or screaming, maybe because I know he put a privacy charm around this area. Or maybe because I know he will kill me either way.
I can't stand talking, so I get down to business and kiss his shoulder and down to his nipple. I take it into my mouth gentle suckling it as a baby calf to its mother. I hear and feel him shudder in ecstasy. I feel his arousal press into me firmly just below my waistline. He began to grind himself into me. //Can we please hurry this up?// I scream inside my head.
"Get down on your knees," he whispers while I squirm. I hate this part.
I do as I'm told and I can feel the bits of decaying leaves under my knees. I hear the sound I've always feared: his pants unzipping. The soft hush of his pants hitting the ground is the next sound I hear.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work," he dictated brutishly.
I swallow what ever is left of my pride and I take his partially erect phallus into my mouth. I refuse to tease it, just get it up, in and out is my main goal for this evening. I started out being confident but now I'm scared and disgusted with myself. I slid my tongue underneath him and suck away.
It goes on for minutes but it feels like an eternity and a half. I can feel the sticky substance flows down my throat, while the rest runs down my neck.
"Go lay down," I am instructed. "And go get the knife." I freeze in place.
"But I don't want to use the knife. The last time you used it, I was a disaster. You said you would never use it again." I pleaded.
"I lied. What are you going to do about it?" he said in a threatening manner.
I went and picked up the knife. If I thought this wasn't couldn't get any worse, but nonetheless, it did. It got much, much worse. I positioned myself on the blanket with the glinting blade.
I hear him once again growl as he sits and watches me begin to cut my chest. I mark myself with the double cross, blood seeps out of me at a painstaking rate. I didn't feel the pain; I'm to worried to realize.
"Touch yourself."
Gladly, I think. I can imagine that Ron is here, touching me, caressing me, holding me. I lower my hand down my body as a vivid fantasy plays out in my mind. I lightly grasp my cock and believe that it is Ron. I rub my thumb over the tip and I can feel myself begin to become slightly aroused. But I still feel dirty because it turns me on to think that someone is watching me.
I'm quickly snapped out of my musings just before I can stop him from taking my most prized possession. He presses his lips to mine harshly. He pries my mouth open and jams his tongue in. I refused to reply to his wants so he rips away from me.
"I always get what I want you bastard." He whispers acidly into my ear. He whips out the silver blade and holds it to my throat. "Make a sound and I'll kill you. You are becoming quicker in your movements, as if to get rid of me. Fine, I must leave anyway, so let me in. Let me take you once again. Who are you?"
I cringe inwardly. I refuse to say it.
"Who are you?" He presses the sharp edge into my neck. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"What?"
"My body, mind and soul belong to you. I am your slave."
He forces his way into me sharply. I shut my eyes as the tears flow down my cheeks. He didn't prepare me. He just took what he needed.
He thrusts cruelly in and out until he comes once again. I can feel his cum and my blood drips down my legs. I lay there numbly as he dresses and leave the scene just before he tosses me a few coins. I thought he couldn't cheapen this experience. I mutter the words, which seals my wounds instantly.
I need a shower.
