Time for some... fun.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! !

Ahem.

This is the Lemon.

Enjoy! (Bows and backs away politely.)

Rape

Gwen opened her eyes and was met by unfamiliar surroundings.

She was in a bedroom. It was quite dark, but she could make out some features in the gloom; the walls were covered in dark red designer wallpaper, with black vine patterns running through. The carpet was black, and longer than any other carpets she'd ever seen. The furniture was metal, even the dressers. There were three doors, all shut. They were probably locked, too.

Gwen tried to sit up, but her arms were above her head; her wrists were taped to a post on the bed. She tried a spell. No luck. Her powers were still disabled.

Panicking, she thrashed around, trying to free her wrists. She couldn't scream or shout for help. She was gagged.

After what seemed like hours, she gave up, close to tears and full of dread – she knew what Kevin was going to do to her. He had forced a kiss on her, then she had felt a sharp twinge in her leg and blacked out. Then she found herself tied to a bed and gagged.

She lay there for a while. A few minutes later, she jumped as the door to her left swung open, and her heart went on a rampage.

"Hey, you're awake." Kevin smirked and shut the door, then walked up to his prisoner, taking his shirt off. "You ready, babe?"

Gwen struggled against the tape again, terrified and Kevin laughed.

...

"It's a tranquilliser... and this one disables your powers..." Max glared at the darts as if it was their fault Gwen was gone. "Primitive, but effective."

"Wait... so Gwen was drugged?" Ben frowned. "But don't get it... wouldn't her powers stop it?"

"These are for use on part-Anodites mostly." Max sighed. "Kevin must have had a plan. He didn't kill her; he tranquillised her and took her away..." Indecent thoughts and memories suddenly came into his mind, and he narrowed his eyes at the purple tranquilliser dart.

"What's up?" Ben asked, worried – he had been thinking the same thing.

...

He licked and kissed her neck; for some reason, this felt good to Gwen, and she hated herself for it. His bare chest presses against her breasts, and his area was pressed against hers.

They were naked.

Kevin had destroyed her clothes, and the torn pieces were scattered around the room. Gwen guessed he wasn't planning on ever letting her get dressed while she was here.

Kevin pulled apart her legs with ease. She was still weak, and couldn't fight him well.

Gwen still fought him, though. She twisted and kicked and refused to look at him, keeping her eyes shut.

He just laughed, and it entertained him to watch her breasts bounce while she struggled.

Grabbing her waist, the moved her into place and thrust into her hole, breaking the virgin wall. He waited a few seconds until Gwen stopped moving (this took all of his self-control), then began a rough pace, moving it in and out of her quite slow at first, and gradually building speed. He groaned as she began to get wet with something other than blood; she wasn't exited before, just scared and full of dread.

After about a minute of sex, a strong wave of pure pleasure flooded her body and mind. Gwen arched her back, pushing her chest against his. Pausing for a second as Gwen cummed, Kevin pulled of her gag and she gasped, then moaned as the pain and pleasure continued.

He kept fucking her, playing with her breasts at the same time. Both of them turned to a pebbled peak, and he took one in his mouth, rubbing his tongue against her nipple and sending shivers up her spine.

"Oh, Kevin..." She panted; she was nearing her second peak. But the logic part of her instantly regretted it. "Please stop..." She said as the logical part took over. Suddenly she didn't want this to happen, she wanted it all to end, she wanted him to stop and let her go – even though it felt so good. "Please don't..."

Gwen begging for his mercy exited Kevin. He sped up, pounding into her faster and harder, until she cummed again and cried out his name in ecstasy, the logical side of her being pushed away. Kevin stopped holding himself back and thrust twice more to gain his own release.

A deep, rumbling, growling moan escaped Kevin, and he rolled off her, lying at her side. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Ashamed of herself for enjoying the sex, Gwen turned her head away, tears spilling down her cheeks.

...

Julie was crying quietly in the corner.

Ship, her cute blob of a pet, sat next to her, occasionally mumbling his own name in his strange, almost metallic voice, trying to cheer Julie up a bit and show his support. Ship wasn't very smart, but he knew that the absence of the orange-haired girl was what was making his lovely owner Julie so upset. Suddenly, the stupid blob had an idea. He could imitate a piece of tech he had once come across on another planet – a level 5 tracking device. It just needed some of the orange-haired girl's DNA to work properly.

Julie jumped as Ship suddenly shrieked its catchphrase ("SHIP") and started jumping around.

"What is it?" Julie asked her pet.

"Ship!" The blob declared, moving toward the door and out through the Ship-flap Julie's father had installed for him, and turning into a flashing neon sign in the garden, pointing at the direction of Gwen's house.

"Oh – OK," she said quickly, getting on her scooter and starting it up, and following her exited pet to her friend's house.

Ship jumped up and down on the welcome mat at Gwen's house as Julie unlocked the door, then he pulled himself inside and went in search of a hair, finding one on Gwen's pillow.

"SHIP!" He shrieked, then turned himself into a sort of tracking device and analysed the hair. Julie watched the screen. She gasped as a dot came up on the map. It was close.

Julie pulled out her phone and dialled Ben's number.

"What's up?" Ben's voice came through the phone.

"Ship found Gwen. He turned himself into a tracking device. We know where she is."

Nice huh?

A few more chapters to come, and there are limes and fluff coming up. Just like in my pen name.

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