A Dark Awakening

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A Dark Awakening

This is a closed thread for AngelofyourNighmares and cgraven. Your invited to read along and enjoy.


Jan Kristenson had been a teacher at Central High School ever sense coming to America forty years ago from his native Denmark. He was the very personification of a dedicated teacher, he sincerely took an interest in his students whether he had them only for homeroom, English, or as a member of the girls soccer team. Oh Jan was no saint, more than one pretty little senior had caught his eye over the years, but he had never acted on any of those temptations, for America was a very different place than his native Denmark and relations between students, even seniors, was not only frowned upon but strictly forbidden.

Yes Jan Kristenson had never acted on any of those sweet temptations, and then there was Lydia. He had first seen her when as freshman she came out for girls’ soccer. To most she appeared to be just another shy freshman and yet Jan saw something in her, a certain something that had peeked his interest. In homeroom Lydia was shy perhaps a bit withdrawn but on the soccer field she was sassy, vivacious, and moved with a natural sensual and fluid grace. Over the next four years Jan had become a mentor and a confidant of Lydia. It was more than just the normal teacher / coach relationship, it was something more, for Jan Kristenson had become infatuated with Lydia and looked forward to their casual meetings. Then she had graduated Central High School and left the area for University.

Jan ran his fingers through his ginger hair as his mind once more turned to thoughts of Lydia. He saw her dancing before his mind’s eye, saw her at parties, saw her with young college men, and her in their arms giving herself to them. Jan Kristenson slammed his fists down on the table. NO! they would not have his sweet Lydia. NO he would be the one to teacher the joys of sex, not some fumbling college boy, His Lydia deserved a man, not some boy for her first time, for in Jan Kristenson’s mind there was no doubt that Miss Lydia Fricel was still an untouched and chaste virgin. He knew that he was old enough to be Lydia’s father. The touch of sliver at his temples told him as much, and yet his body was still fit and toned and there was still a sinuous strength in his movements. Yet the difference in their ages would have Lydia laughing at him if he told her of his desire for her or worst yet to see pity in her soft dark emerald green eyes. It was then that the darker angels of his nature took control, he would spirit Lydia away.

Jan studied Lydia’s movements, when she went to classes, and when she went to work as he planned for her education. He liked to be in complete control so he made a plan... he would wait for her after work one night, he would kidnap Lydia, he knew it was dangerous but she would not know it was him and he was going to make her his, sure he knew in the end when he revealed himself he might lose her forever but he had to take that chance and he felt this was the only way of having the only woman that made him feel alive.

He had everything planned the cabin in the woods, isolated, away from everything, noise proofed, he was not planning on raping her or anything like that, but he would have to control her, restraint her for her own sake, to educate his sweet Lydia in the joys of sex and make her his. She would be scared and even embarrassed at some point but he needed her and it was high time that Miss Lydia Fricel became a woman.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Lydia missed her days of high school when she didn’t have a care in the world, now everything was so complicated, she loved college, and she loved her jobs, her friends, the party’s , but college boys were just so immature... besides she had her virginity rule, so sex unless it was with someone she loved. She thought of her teacher in high school, more so her coach, he had pushed her then, she didn’t feel the same in college, sure her classes were hard enough, but she didn’t feel she was being challenged enough.. or maybe she was just bored. She sighed as she sat in class thinking of the past and all that she missed, at least in highshool she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t, her only solace in college was the college soccor team, she still kicked ass on the field and it helped her burn off her frustrations.

She didn’t know why, but she had been thinking of Jan a lot lately, well mr.kristenson to her, it was more proper, she still found that when he did check in on her every so often, she still called him Mr, she just wasn’t comfortable calling him by his first name, even though at times he insisted on it. She smiled to herself and for a moment forgot the idiocy of college boys, parties, and boredom.. back them life was interesting, college wasn’t completely a waste she loved learning, but she felt she was missing something, but she just couldn’t place what it was. She sighed to herself but decided to shake the past from her mind and focus on the present. She focused on the rest of her class, glad the day was almost over all she wanted was to go home, take a long hot shower, and get ready for work, she enjoyed her little part time job waiting tables at the local college pub. She waited for the professor to announce class dismissed, when she did she gathered her things together, stood and talked to a few classmates for a moment and then headed to her apartment. She had opted a long time ago not to live in a dorm, so when there was a opening and a few people were looking for a third roommate she hopped at the chance. She wondered if she would ever meet a man worthy enough of her love much less her virginity.

Lydia walked through the prominide and headed to her beat up old bug, it was a junker, but it ran well and got her from a to b. She climbed in the car and headed to her apartment, Janet, and Christine, wouldn’t be home as of yet, so she would be able to enjoy that long shower that she wanted. She walked to her room to put her laptop and her books and bag down, then she took all her cloths off, glad for the apartment to be so quiet, she turned some light classical music on, and headed to the bathroom, Lydia might be a virgin but she still had urges, and when no one was home and it was just her in the shower she had acted on them, just as she would tonight, but she didn’t have much time, so she decided against it, she took her long shower and then got dressed.

She decided to put her long brown hair up in a ponytail, she very seldom wore make up and typically when she did it was maybe some mascara and some lip gloss, she didn’t feel the need for makeup she had always enjoyed the natural look. She didn’t have a dress code at the pub, but she never wore anything to revealing either, sure you got better tips that way, but she wasn’t that type of girl, so she wore a tight pair of jeans, and her converse tennis shoes, and a cute button up white blouse. Good enough for work she thought.

She grabbed her keys, her purse, and headed out the door and to work.

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[cgraven]

Jan Kristenson had made up his mind he would be the one to educate young Miss Lydia Fricel in the joys and pleasure of her sexual awakening. He of course would have to give up his teaching position at Central High School as he intended to devote his whole time to sweet young Lydia’s education. He had already bought a comfortable cabin on rather large lake not far from Lydia’s college. It was on an island so there would be no nosey neighbors stopping by unexpectedly. Jan had moved there in late July establishing the reputation of a recluse, a man that was friendly enough, but one who definitely liked his solitude. With the approach of September and the beginning of class the lake side community had shrunk to a scattered few year rounders .

The next step in his plan was to become familiar with Lydia’s college and work schedules, and when the best time to abductor would be. Jan had decided Friday night would be best, giving him time to settle Lydia into the cabin before she was missed on Monday or Tuesday. That decided there was the problem of how to disguise himself until he felt the time was right to reveal himself to his little angel. Jan Kristenson finally decided on a leather mask, to hide his face, but that left his voice, a voice that Lydia knew so very well. Finally he decided that a thick accent and Lydia’s own fear in the beginning would have be enough, it had to be, for there was no other real choice. His plans made now there was only to wait for Friday night and closing time at the college pub where Lydia worked.

It was agony waiting for Friday to finally arrive. Jan spent the day making sure all was I readiness for Lydia’s arrival. He of course he would have to restrain her for her own good and protection. A firm hand in the beginning, complete control, it had to be. Later when she had accepted him, well he would see then. The day dragged by and the sun was low on the horizon when Jan saw Lydia come home to the apartment she shared with two other girls. He watched from his parked car her silhouette on the window shade and knew that she was wearing nothing. Jan’s heart beat faster as he watched that sensually seductive silhouette, he found by the time it had disappeared that he was holding his breath. Jan followed at a discreet distance as Lydia drove to work. He waited till full darkness to disable Lydia’s beat up old bug, the car was a death trap, and he really was doing Lydia a favor.

The lights in the pub went out, the last few customers staggered away and Jan pulled on his leather mask, no need taking chances of being recognized. His breathe caught in his throat as he watched Lydia walk to her car. Those jeans that accentuated the firm curve of her rounded derrière the sensual curve of her calves. The white button down blouse, the round curve of her firm young breasts that seemed to strain to be free of the restricting material.

“Soon Jan breathed…..Soon.”

And the sassy bounce of Lydia’s pony tail as she walked to her car as if she did not have a care in the world.

Kristenson watched from the deep shadows behind Lydia’s car, heard the sputtering of the car’s engine as it refused to turn over. His heart was beating faster now as his little angel got out of the car and walked around to the rear of the car, and opened the engine compartment. Jan moved quickly an arm around the girl’s trim little waist as he easily lifted her feet off the ground. His other hand, with a chloroform soaked cloth, clamped over Lydia’s mouth and nose. It was not long before her pitiful little struggles ceased, but oh how she had struggled. It was one of the things that Kristenson admired about Lydia, her spirit, a sprit that he intended to bend but not break, for her own good. As Jan wrapped his young captive in a blanket, and placed her into the trunk of his car things began to happen quickly. The hour drive out of town, the transfer of his delicious little bundle from the trunk of his car to his boat, and then the trip out to his island. He carried Lydia down to the sound proof room.

It was a sterile room that contained a queen size bed, a toilet, wash basin and an open shower. There were also several rather frightening looking devices in the room, a X of St Andrew, a padded rack, and a kneeling bench. On the walls there were an assortment of riding crops, floggers and whips, all of which Jan Kristenson told himself that they were there just to frighten Lydia into being a Good Little Girl. Jan buckled a soft leather collar around Lydia’s slender neck, locked the collar in place, and attached a chain to the collar. That chain for the next few days would define Lydia’s world by its length. It would give her the freedom of the room but nothing else. Lydia’s first lesson would be to accept that she was going no place soon.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

The pub was busy as usual, you had your regulars, your jocks, your geeks hanging out in the corner, the sorority girls looking for a hookup, the quiet girls who were hopeful there were still good guys out there, she had seen them all, yet she still had a open mind and a open ear for anyone that needed to talk. Most people would probably hate working in a pub but Lydia was different and perhaps, it was just that she really liked helping people, and talking to people, she was shy, but here and on the field she was a completely different Lydia. She took a deep breath as she got herself clocked in and started doing what she did best. She was a bit tired this evening but at the same time, something about this job was exhilarating, it might have been the only exciting thing in her life at the moment, and she thought that was pretty pathetic. She knew she was missing something in her life she just didn’t know what that something was. She shook her head and tried to put those thoughts behind her.

She got back to work, hoping that her being busy would eradicate the feeling that something was missing from her life, that simply put she was just bored out of her mind. She continue to deliver beers, shots, and bar food, it wasn’t glamorous but it worked for her and she supposed that was all that matters. She stopped and talked to every table she waited on, she knew a lot of people from either the Soccor teams, the parties on campus, or just general classes so talking to people was pretty easy. She finally got to take a quick break and decided she needed some fresh air, the pub was always so hot, what with all the body heat and everything. She leaned against the wall outside, and scanned her phone for a minute or too, she had grabbed a bottle of water on the way out, drink it quickly and headed back inside to finish her night out. Back to the grind she thought to herself and smiled.

The night just seemed to drag on, or maybe it was just that nothing could really grab her attention, tonight or lately for that matter. She sighed as one of the guys from the football team asked her to do a shot with him, sometimes she did, but tonight she thought it was best she didn’t she did not really feel as if she was in the right headspace. She smiled and declined after giving them there shots and walked to her next table. She needed to find something other then this to make her feel more alive, she just had no idea what that was. Again the night seemed to go on forever, maybe that was a good thing, cause at least it would keep her from going home and feeling lost and lonely. Oh Lydia she thought to herself, what a predicament she was in, she didn’t want to feel lonely, yet at the same time she couldn’t find anyone that simulates her mind, or that she could even see herself ever being with. Was it just tht she was closed off, or just that only one person had ever really stimulated her mind and her senses, no that was ridiculous she thought to herself. She bit her lip, and as the night was coming to a close, and they were telling people goodnight, and counting the tills and closing down the bar, she was glad the night was over, all she wanted to do was go home, get a shower and crawl into bed.

She waved to the other waitresses and the bar tender as they left and she made sure she locked up and then headed out the door, for a moment she just enjoys the cool breeze the early night morning offered her. She slowly walked to her car, she never really paid to much attention to her surroundings although she probably should have. She smiled to herself, this was her favorite time of the day, most people were just winding down, it was quiet and peaceful and she could think clearly. She bounded on to her car, not knowing someone as watching her every move.

She shook off the feeling, and continued on, no one was watching her, it was just the breeze and the trees playing a night song.

She then decided there was nothing to fret over and bounded on to her car without a care in the world, humming soft song as she did so.

She climbed into her car and tried to start it, and it wouldn’t start over, She had never had this problem before what the hell she thought. SHe needed to check and see what the hell was wrong, so she got out of the car and walked around to where her engine was and popped the hood. Next she knew she felt a arm wrap around her slim waist as she was being lifted From the ground. She screamed, but she didn’t have enough time before his hand went over her mouth. SHe tried to fight but it was fruitless he was just to strong.

 

[cgraven]

Lydia was caught in a surrealistic world half way between the world dreaming and waking. Fleeting memories danced before her mind’s eye; the arm around her waist, the hand, a pungent odder, then blackness. Even in that blackness the young brown haired beauty could feel motion her supple young body being jostled, then the light returned, or did it? There was still a darkness that surrounded her, again the feeling of motion yet it was somehow different. Then the darkness finally once again as unconsciousness fully claimed Lydia.

When consciousness returned Lydia found herself in a sterile room that contained a queen size bed, a toilet, wash basin and an open shower. There were also several rather frightening looking devices scattered about the room, a X of St Andrew, a padded rack, and a low bench with straps and buckles and brass rings. On the walls there were an assortment of riding crops, floggers and whips, Lydia could not know that they were placed there deliberately by her captor, Jan Kristenson, who told himself that they were there just to frighten Lydia into being a Good Little Girl. Jan had also buckled a soft leather collar around Lydia’s slender neck, locked the collar in place, and attached a chain to the collar. That chain for the next few days would define Lydia’s world by its length. It would give her the freedom of the room but nothing else. A single light bulb high in the ceiling bathed the room in a harsh white light and that bulb never went out. And so Lydia’s first lesson would be to accept that she was going no place soon.

There was no sound in that sterile room, just a deafening silence. Lydia would never know how long she was left alone in that room. She had no way of telling time for Jan had taken her phone, wallet, and anything that could identify her. Time began to drag a minute seemed like an hour, and an hour seemed like an eternity. Jan left Lydia alone for three hours as he rested, it had been a long day. When he arose from his nape he dawned his disguise, a pair of form fitting leather pants and boots, a leather vest, and boots. Jan Kristenson study the image he presented, dressed all in black leather and he pulled the leather mask over his head. The black leather mask covered Jan’s head and came down to just above his nose. The slits for his eyes gave his golden hazel eyes a sinister look. He had chosen his disguise well; to give the appearance of a medieval executioner, in the hopes it would make Lydia easier to control.

There was the harsh metallic CLICK as the key turned in the lock of Lydia cell door and a man dressed in Black stepped into that brightly illuminate world.

“Such a pretty little thing you are.”

Kristenson spoke in a heavily accented French dialect.
“Shall we see what you are hiding under those clothes Pretty, Pretty.”

Kristenson was choosing words that Lydia would never associate with her kindly and educated teacher. Chained as she was there was no place for Lydia to run to. Jan began to stalk his little angel, his movements possessed the fluid grace of a predator, and this ravishing young chestnut haired beauty was his pry. He had backed Lydia into a corner, his hip pinning her in place. His dark brooding hazel eyes captured Lydia’s soft emerald green eyes as his fingers strayed to the top button of her blouse. The button gave way and his fingers slid down to the second button of Lydia’s prim and proper white blouse. The second and third button quickly surrendered to the man in black’s fingers. He slipped a finger between the gaping material and Lydia’s soft silken skin. Sensually he eased back the material to expose the firm curve of young beauty’s breasts. Those golden hazel eyes held Lydia’s emerald green eyes captive in his unblinking gaze as he pulled the tail of her white button down blouse from the waist band of her jeans. The last two buttons surrendered to the man’s relentless fingers to hang open. He slid the open blouse down over Lydia’s shoulders, then grabbing the material, binding her arms to her sides. Jan pulled Lydia to him, she could feel the heat of his body, his moist hot breath washed over her face and chest and his mouth crushed to hers in an eager savage kiss, Jan suddenly broke that demanding kiss then he stepped back from the pinned young beauty.

“Remove your blouse Pretty, Pretty!”

This was the moment, Jan Kristenson’s heart was madly racing as he waited to see if his Pretty Little Angel would do as she was commanded or would she resist him and fight him tooth and nail.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Lydia didn't know what happened one minute she was awake trying to get her car to start, and then things just got out of control, she was floating or it felt like she was dreaming. She had hoped this was some kind of strange dream. She was so tired all of a sudden and in moments she had been out like a life in and out, in and out. She couldn't know if she was dreaming or was this just her subconscious playing games on her. She didnt want to think that this was real but in her minds eye she knew it was. But then came that familiar darkness and she was gone once more.

When she awoke she was in a strange room, in a strange place, she didn't like this feeling, wait then she remembered someone grabbing her, someone putting a rag over her mouth and placing her in the trunk of there car... No oh God no she thought. She looked around the room trying to see if she recognized anything but she didn't, but she did see a bunch of devices that terrified her and instantly fear took over her, what the Fuck she thought, oh god she was with a sadist she had been kidnapped by a sadist...she was so scared. Her heart started thudding in her chest, she felt like screaming yet when she tried she couldn't. Lydia reached up and felt a collar around her neck, with a chain attached to it, then she did scream for several moments, but it was on deaf ears she realized. She stood up and tried to get to the door but it didn't reach that far. She then realized how much trouble she was in. She looked around and noticed the room, no privacy anywhere... Why would someone want to do this, whatever it was to another human being. She tried screaming again, it didn't work.

It was so quiet she could hear a pin drop, she had never felt more alone then she did now, she wanted her boring life back. The time felt like it was dragging on...what time was it, there were no windows she could feel the claustrophobia taking over it didn't help she couldn't move. She felt she couldn't breath, she took several deep breaths and told herself to think. She wondered how long she had been alone in this room, she didn't think for very long, but she had no way of telling. She was shaking so bad at she sat back on the bed, oh god please help me she thought. She had to get herself together and figure out a way out of this predicament, she had no idea what this person's intentions were, torture it seems, then what death. She didn't want to die, especially not hear. She couldn't think she was paralyzed with fear. Frozen...thats what she felt, she was frozen. She closed her eyes, right now she thought maybe she did want to die cause who knew

 

[cgraven]

Jan watched as Lydia explored her new world, watched the young chestnut haired beauty frustration build till he could see the desperation in her emerald green eyes that shimmered with unshed tears. Kristenson knew the time was right for their first meeting.

“Such a pretty little thing you are.”

Kristenson spoke in a heavily accented French dialect, startling the young chestnut haired beauty as he entered her little world.

“Shall we see what you are hiding under those clothes Pretty, Pretty.”

Kristenson was choosing words that Lydia would never associate with her kindly and educated teacher. Chained as she was there was no place for Lydia to run to. Jan began to stalk his little angel, his movements possessed the fluid grace of a predator, and this ravishing young chestnut haired beauty was his pry. He had backed Lydia into a corner, his hip pinning her in place. His dark brooding hazel eyes captured Lydia’s soft emerald green eyes as his fingers strayed to the top button of her blouse. The button gave way and his fingers slid down to the second button of Lydia’s prim and proper white blouse. The second and third button quickly surrendered to the man in black’s fingers. He slipped a finger between the gaping material and Lydia’s soft silken skin. Sensually he eased back the material to expose the firm curve of young beauty’s breasts. Those golden hazel eyes held Lydia’s emerald green eyes captive in his unblinking gaze as he pulled the tail of her white button down blouse from the waist band of her jeans. The last two buttons surrendered to the man’s relentless fingers to hang open. He slid the open blouse down over Lydia’s shoulders, then grabbing the material, binding her arms to her sides. Jan pulled Lydia to him, she could feel the heat of his body, his moist hot breath washed over her face and chest and his mouth crushed to hers in an eager savage kiss, Jan suddenly broke that demanding kiss then he stepped back from the pinned young beauty.

“Remove your blouse Pretty, Pretty!”

Jan Kristenson’s heart was madly racing as he waited to see if his Pretty Little Angel would do as she was commanded or would she resist him and fight him tooth and nail. There was a dark corner, a flaw in his character that Kristenson had denied for years almost hoped that she would fight him, prove that his sweet virgin was indeed worthy of his love for her.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She looked around, trying desperately to find a way out of this nightmare of a situation, she knew there was none, fear once more took over, and in her eyes, you could see a little part of her was defeated.. she thought she was going to be tortured then killed, she had no idea what was to really come. Her heart was pounding and she could barely think the fear was so overwhelming after all.

She could feel herself shrinking when he mumbled softly such a pretty little thing, shivers of fear ran through her entire body, she felt herself shrinking in the bed.

His next words went straight through her however and she could feel the tears tugging at her eyes... don't let him see you cry was her first thought... just don't, that's what he wanted she thought to herself, and she was sure of it.

His words were fast and sharp and she wondered what this mans intentions were, and that's what scared her the most was the unknowing, she could feel her heart thumping in her chest, she could feel sweat glistening her body. She felt trapped, hell she was trapped.. she had nowhere to run and nowhere in the room to hide. She could feel his eyes on her, and she back off the bed, but then she fell to the floor right off the bed, she scrambled to her feet, but the fear was numbing her and she fell again. Dammit she thought to herself, think Lydia think. She started to back up into the wall, there was nowhere else to go and she had felt like she had literally shrunk down. She couldn't move he was much stronger then she was, especially since she still felt tired, and hadn't eaten since the morning.. she wasn't as strong as she normally would be. She breathed heavily as he started to unbutton her blouse, she was shaking all over.. she was forcing herself not to cry, but her fear she was sure he could smell it all over her. When she felt his gloved fingers, against the opening of her now almost unbuttoned blouse she gasped, "P-please don't." It came out rather weakly... as she had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. She closed her eyes when he pushed her material back from her skin revealing the supple curve of her young perky breast. She started shaking her head no when he pulled the tail of her shirt from her tight blue jeans, she was saying no but no words would come out.. she felt mute all of a sudden. Her shirt was fully open now, exposing the sheer laced blue bra she had been wearing. She screamed out when he moved the material down her arms slowly, and for a moment it binded her arms to her sides... her screams went unnoticed and didn't faze the man one iota. When he pulled her closer to him, she found herself now saying no out loud instead of saying in over and over in her head... but he didn't respond he pulled her in for a savage kiss, and then pushed back, leaving her there, stunned and even more scared then before.

She looked at him like he was insane when he told her to remove her blouse, she couldn't no she wouldn't do that, she couldn't stand any more and just like that the dam broke and tears were softly rolling down her cheeks, smearing her mascara as they did.

She chewed on her lip and once again tried to plead with this man, "Please don't make me do this." She found herself begging. "I wont do it." She finally said, and wiped at her tears rather angrily... he could scare her, but he wouldn't break her.. she had some pride left after all... if he was going to kill her he might as well get it over with... cause she wasn't giving in without some kind of fight, even if there was nowhere for her to go.

 

[cgraven]

“Remove your blouse Pretty, Pretty!”

Time seemed to drag as Jan waited to see what his Pretty Little Angel would do. Lydia’s soft dark green eyes shimmered with her tears, which were now trickling down her flawless pale cheeks. Kristenson could smell her fear; taste it, and something dark inside him thrilled to the sweet taste of Lydia’s fear.

"Please don't make me do this."

Lydia pleaded. Then Jan saw her set her jaw, a look of determination flashed in the young chestnut haired beauty’s tear shimmering green eyes. It was a look of determination Jan knew well, she would fight. He had seen it on the soccer field, even when all was lost, and there was no hope of winning, Lydia would fight on giving it her all.

"I won’t do it."

Jan saw her supple young body tense as she prepared for a fight she could not possibly win. Lydia wiped the tears from her eyes and he saw her anger flare. Without hesitation Jan Kristenson suddenly shoved Lydia backwards and as she hit the wall behind her it knocked the breath from her. In that moment as the ravishing young beauty fought to catch her breath he spun her around and used her own blouse to once more bind her arms to her side. He picked up the struggling young beauty as if she were light as a feather. Oh how Lydia fought and struggled against her fate. Oh how he loved that spirit, her wild struggling, and the feel of her gorgeous young body held tight to his. Jan carried the struggling young beauty to the “X” of St Andrew. It truly was a struggle to bind Lydia spread-eagled to the cross. By the time her wrist and ankles were securely bound Jan Kristen bore the marks of Lydia’s wild but futile struggle.

“Now my firry little spitfire shall we see what you have been hiding beneath those clothes.”

Kristenson grabbed a fist full of Lydia’s blouse and ripped it from her supple young body. It was a purposeful demonstration of his strength and his control over her. Yes it was harsh but it was for his Pretty, Pretty little Angel’s own good. Slowly Jan drew a folding knife from his pocket and flipped it open. The harsh white light of Lydia’s cell danced along the keen edge of the blade, the touch of cold unyielding steel caressed the soft warm, supple, skin of the young girl’s cheek. The blunt edge of that cold unyielding steel traced the line of Lydia’s jaw, the sensual bow of her slender neck, and then trailed down across her shoulder to slip beneath the bra strap of her sheer laced blue bra. A flick of his wrist and the bra strap parted. His dark golden hazel eyes held Lydia’s soft emerald green eyes captive as he cut her other bra strap. The tip of that knife trailed down over Lydia’s heaving chest to dip between the scented valley of her firm young breasts. The girl felt a tug as her sheer little blue bar was drawn tight against her back before it parted. Jan threw the now lacey blue strip of fabric away, Lydia was naked down to her waist, and those golden hazel eyes devoured her naked perfection.

“Ummm so pretty so firm……”

Jan cupped Lydia’s naked breast his thumb grazed her pale pink rosebud nipple. He bent his head to her other nipple, the tip of his tongue lazily circled Lydia’s dusky pink areola until it was a puffy little pillow capped by a taunt little dark pink nipple. His lips “O”ed and he inhaled the frightened young beauty’s nipple to greedily suckle it.

Jan’s other hand slid down the sensual curves of Lydia’s torso across the quivering plane of her abdomen to slip into the waist band of her blue jeans as his teeth held her throbbing nipple. Jan inhaled deeply drawing a cool stream of air over that throbbing taunt little rosebud. With a tug of his fingers the snap of her blue jeans parted.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

His words of removing her shirt rang through her mind over and over again. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to do this.

She decided then that she wasn't going to give this man the satisfaction of giving him what he wanted, he was probably going to kill her in the end anyway. She didn't want to cry, but they just rolled down her cheeks involuntary. She was scared, to scared but she had to fight it wasn't as if she hadn't been fighting her entire life. Why would someone want to do this to another person was beyond her, but maybe that was just the kindness in her.

She hated begging, it was beneath her, but she had to try anyway.

She tried to plead but she knew it wasn't going to get her anywhere. No fuck that she thought to herself, you want to do this, I am going to fight tooth and nail. Her heart pounded and she knew she probably wouldn't, possibly couldn't win, but she had to at least try. She had to give it her all, she needed to.

She finally in a rather determined voice, told him she wouldn't do it.

She felt her body tense all over, she knew there was no way out of this, but she couldn't let him get the best of her either. She wiped hard at her eyes, anger shimmering in them now. Before she knew it he had pushed her so hard back against the wall, she cried out then couldn't catch her breath. She was gasping for air, as he grabbed her arms and then bound them at her sides with the shirt. He picked her up with ease, but she started kicking, needless to say all those years on the field, her legs were firm and tone and in shape. She gave it her all, struggling to get out of his grip. "Please let me go!" She screamed out. Her eyes went wide when he carried her to some what she assumed, was some torture chamber. She continued to fight him as he binded her to the cross. Lydia continued to struggle even bound to the cross.

She found herself screaming at his next words, she screamed for someone to help her, but she knew no-one was coming.

She gasped when he ripped her shirt with ease from her body, she was suddenly so cold, so very cold, or maybe that was just the fear. She closed her eyes, she didn't want to see this man standing over her. "Why are you doing this." She asked in a whisper. She yelped when he pulled out a knife and popped it open. She tried to turn away, until she felt the cold steel against her cheek, "D-dont kill me." She whimpered out. The cool metallic feel of the knife along the soft skin of her neck down to her bra made her body shake. She jumped when she felt her bra open under the knife. She just started shaking her head furiously no over and over again. She hated the feeling of his knife running along her skin. She knew at any moment he could easily kill her. She gasped thinking of this thought, she didn't want to die, even if she felt like she wanted to at the moment. She looked away from the man, her breast clearly visible to her, her nipples hard from the cold of the room, her breathing hitched and her blood pressure rising.

She tried moving away, really Lydia she thought to herself, where the hell are you going to go.

She gasped when she felt him cup her breast in his hand, as she jumped and again tried fighting against her restraints, which in the end she realized she was only hurting herself. "No, please." She begged again his lips on her nipple, as it started to get harder and harder, she didn't want to see this, so she shut her eyes tightly. She felt her tears rising once more, as they aimlessly started to run down her cheeks.

Feeling his hands along her body, she gasped and cried continuing to say no over and over again. Her nipples were so hard now, they actually ached, she just wanted him to stop. She panicked when she felt him unbuttoning her jeans. Again she started thrashing against him, against the cross.

 

[cgraven]

God how he loved how she was fighting him even bound spread-eagled to the “X” of St Andrew. Lydia was proving that she was indeed chaste, and worth of his love. Even as he controlled and dominated the ravishing young beauty, Lydia questioned him, "Why are you doing this." trying to reach her him on some level. At the first touch of that cold steel to her warm silken skin the young chestnut haired beauty begged him "D-don’t kill me.". He loved the scarlet blush that turned Lydia’s skin the most adorable shade of pink when he had ripped her blouse from her trembling young body and cut away her bra leaving her bared to the waist. He loved the way her gorgeous young body was responding to his caresses and suckling on her breasts and nipples despite her tears, and her pleading shaking of her head, no,no,no.

The frighten gasp that bubbled from Lydia’s moist ripe lips, the desperate struggle against her bounds when the snap of her blue jeans popped open under his fingers excited Jan more than he had expected. The soft metallic whisper of the zipper of her jeans whispered sensually to the trapped young beauty as he slid it down. His hand slipped into Lydia’s jeans, then inside of her panties. Jan Kristenson’s finger slid along the length of Lydia’s coral pink virginal folds.

“Tell me Pretty, Pretty are you a little slut, or still and innocent young virgin?”

As Jan spoke he rolled Lydia’s clit under the pad of his finger coaxing that little pearl of passion from its hooded hiding place.

“Well Pretty, Pretty cat got your tongue?”

He paused a moment then cooed.

“Shall we see?”

Jan’s hand drew back from Lydia’s virgin pussy, his thumbs hooked into the waist band of her blue jeans and began to work them down over the swell of her hips. Bound as Lydia was he could only get her jean’s down to her knees before he had to cut them from her stunning young body. Kisses as light as the caress of a butterfly’s wings, now explored the firm contours of the bound young beauty’s breasts. They floated down over the quivering plane of the sobbing young beauty’s abdomen, a little lover’s nip to the hollow where Lydia’s thigh and hip met. Jan looked up, his dark golden hazel eyes met Lydia’s sad tear shimmering eyes. Jan lowered his head, his thumbs hooked into the waist band of Lydia’s panties, he worked the silken scrap of clothe down over her hips, his lips brushed each newly bared patch of her silken skin, and his hot moist breath washed over Lydia’s virgin pussy. This time Kristenson did not bother to cut away the bound young beauty’s panties but merely ripped them from her thrashing and bucking young body. Jan Kristenson’s tongue snaked from between his parched lips as he tasted Lydia for the first time.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She probably shouldn't have fought, there really was no escape, especially now that she was bound against, whatever the hell this thing was this stranger had her attached to. But if she didn't fight, he might think that she wanted this or that she was enjoying it, and well that was not true at all, she was scared and tired, and hungry... all she wanted to do was go back to her boring life. She wanted to know why he was doing this to her and yet she got no answer.. that was the worst part, maybe there was no reason after all, most people didn't have a reason why they did things, some people just enjoyed tormenting other people and she supposed this man wasn't any different. She didn't know if that maybe she had just asked, cause if she got him to talk he wouldn't touch her any more. She again hated begging, but god she didn't want to die, the man did not respond to that either, which sent her into being scared even more, he would do what he wanted kill her and then dispose of her body in some horrid way, and no one would ever find her or know anything of it. She was trembling all over, and try as she might her restraints weren't coming any loser, if anything the more that she seemed to struggle the tighter they became.

He was enjoying this she thought to herself, her fear, her tears, her screaming, he was really enjoying this.. maybe if she didn't fight he wouldn't want to do this anymore.. no she thought, she had to try.. weakness was not a option much like failure wasn't.

At the sound of her pants being unbuttoned even though she could feel him doing so, still in the silence of the room, any noise made, seem to heighten all of her senses. She struggled feeling the zipper of her tight jeans being dragged down, slowly made goosebumps line along her entire body, this cannot be happening she thought to herself, she tried to pretend that this was all some bad dream... but she couldn't she felt and heard everything. She jumped when she felt his hand slip into her matching laced panties, oh no oh please no... she thought to herself. She could feel his finger along her virginal folds and her entire body tensed in fear, this no he wouldn't, couldn't do this to her.

She heard his voice, but pretended for a moment that she hadn't the last thing she wanted was to answer any of his sick questions.. she bit her tongue and looked away from him.

She felt his fingers, slowly spread apart her virginal folds as terror went through her entire body, he started to roll her clit, under his skilled finger, she shut her eyes tighter she didn't, no couldn't see this. She felt more tears roll out of her eyes, even though she had them shut as tight as they would go, her wrist were starting to hurt against the restraints, from pulling at them so much.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man with disgust, and then tried pulling at her restraints again, no use she thought to herself, all she was doing was making her body hurt all over... and he didn't even do it, look at the irony in that she thought and almost laughed to herself.

He stopped for a moment, but she knew her nightmare was far from over.

She screamed at his next words, she didn't know from what fear, the unknown, knowing he was going to torment her, and kill her.. she almost said just get it over with but thought against that, screaming was getting her nowhere and her throat was dry and starting to hurt if she was being honest with herself.

She was grateful when he removed his hand from her virgin folds, and she was able to take a deep breath, but it didn't last long as she felt him pulling her tight jeans down over, the swell of her hips. She gasped when he then took scissors out, but she calmed slightly when she realized he was just cutting the thick fabric of her jeans from her body, not that it made her feel any better, but at least he was cutting her up. She breathed in deeply as he laid the softest of kisses along her firm young breast.. even still she tried resisting, knowing it wasn't going to do any good. The lower the kisses went, the faster her heart raced, the more the fear took over, but she wasn't screaming now, and even if she wanted to, her fight was becoming clearly moot. When his gaze met hers, she quickly found herself looking away.. his eyes were the last thing she wanted to see at the moment. She cried out when he slowly started to slide her little panties down over her hips, and then she felt the breath of his mouth brush against her virgin mound. She gasped when he ripped her panties from her body, after a moment, she wanted to wake up now, but this was no dream, this was real life and like sleeping beauty she wasn't waking up any time soon. She tried to pull herself away when she felt his tongue snake out to taste her..."No, no please don't do this." She begged

 

[cgraven]

Sweet so sweet like summer wine Jan thought as he tasted his pretty, pretty for the first time. It had not been a conscious decision but the more that Lydia struggled and resisted him, the more he had to control her, he slowly stopped thinking of her as his sweet innocent Angel and slowly Lydia became his Pretty, Pretty. Jan plunged his tongue into The bound young chestnut haired beauty’s delicious little pussy. He greedily lapped up, the sweet nectar of Lydia’s unwanted arousal. Despite the fact that she begged and pleaded with him, "No, no please don't do this." and shook her head violently No, her gorgeous young body was screaming something very different.

Jan began a deliberate seduction of Lydia Fricel traitorous young body. He buried his face in her sweet little pussy as he began to tongue fuck the tight little virgin cunt. As his tongue plunged ever deeper into Lydia’s chaste young body he could feel her body tense as he drove closer and closer to that dark abyss that promised something, something that her ravishing and treacherous young body desired, craved. He held Lydia tittering on the edge of that dark abyss, then the tip of his tongue nudged Lydia’s maiden head. He was right she was a virgin and he would be the first to have her. Jan’s tongue slid back, left Lydia wanting, wanting for something she knew not what. He now licked and nibbled the young bound beauty’s throbbing clit, he lashed her delicious little pussy with his teeth, tongue and mouth, griped Lydia’s throbbing clit between his teeth. Jan inhaled deeply drawing a cool stream of air across that feverous bud and pushing his bound little Pretty, Pretty over the edge of that dark abyss and a soul searing pleasure that nothing in Lydia’s young life had prepared her for.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Her body was shaking all over and she continued trying with no avail to get out of her restraints, she wished that somebody anybody would burst down the door and save her but she was doubtful of that ever happening, after all she had no family and only a few friends, but someone would miss her, wouldn't they she thought. Lydia continued to struggle even though she was hurting, what else could she do, after all. She yelped when she felt his tongue enter her tight virgin pussy. She bit her lip, drawing blood, fuck she thought she tried closing her legs but that again was fruittile. She tried begging but that didn't work either. She could feel herself becoming aroused her body betraying her, but she would fight that as well.

She again closed her eyes and tried blocking out what was happening to her, god please no she sobbed to herself. She jumped when he stared to Fuck her young tight pussy with his tongue, she squirmed beneath him, partly trying to get away, the other part was because her body was slowly giving in. She had never felt so on edge before, part of her was still terrified yet the other part of her the subconscious part of her, her body rather wanted this, ached for this. Each knew she see sensation sent her teetering on the edge, the edge of what though is what she wondered. She looked away, she didn't want him to see her face. When he pulled away however she knew her body needed this, wanted this even if mentally she didn't. When she felt him take her clit in his mouth nibbling her with his teeth, she cried out, she was close closer then she had ever been before, no please body no she sighed.

Her body was quivering all over, she was hot so very hot, she was gasping for air, as she tried to stop the building orgasm she was feeling, sure she had pleased herself in the past, but this this was something different, she felt herself give away, as she sunk into darkness the sweet rush of ecstasy took her right over the edge, as she moaned and writhed under this strangers skillful mouth.

 

[cgraven]

Lydia’s gorgeous young body was quivering all over, she was hot so very hot, she was gasping for air, as she tried to stop the building of the unwanted orgasm, which was threatening to consume her body and soul. Lydia had known pleasure, sinful forbidden, pleasure from her own fingers, but this, this was something far different than anything she had ever felt before. Lydia must have known in that moment that she was lost, as she felt herself give away, as she sunk into rich sensual darkness. The sweet rush of ecstasy took her right over the edge, a sensual little moaned of ecstasy bubbled from her moist ripe lips and her head lulling from side to side as that ravishing young beauty’s body bucked and thrashed in the throes of unbelievable pleasure under this strangers skillful mouth.

Lydia was still gasping, struggling to catch her breath, bathed In the warm aftermath of the orgasm this masked man in black had ripped from her traitorous young body. Yet Jan Kristenson did not draw back from Lydia’s delicious little pussy as he continued his seduction of that supple treacherous young bound body. He suckled her throbbing clit and then lashed that sweet little pussy with his mouth, teeth and tongue. His tongue once more plunged into Lydia delicious little cunt as if searching for something deep inside her chaste young body. A smile bowed Jan’s lips as he found an elusive little rough patch in Lydia’s moist silken perfection. His tongue fluttered over that sweet stop until His little Pretty, pretty was engulfed in a tidal wave of cascading orgasms, each building on the one before until the searing pleasure was almost painful to endure.

Lydia sagged limply in her bounds, her gorgeous young body spent and exhausted from the intensity of the orgasms that Jan had ripped from her innocent flesh. He slowly seductively kissed his way up her ravishing supple body that shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat. He gave the little hollow where her hip and thigh met a little lover’s bite, his tongue sensual reamed out her dimpled naval, Those maddening seductive butterfly kiss explored the firm contours of Lydia’s heaving breast, teased and tormented her now rock hard rosebud nipples. Jan’s lips fleetingly brushed Lydia’s now parched lips. The tip of his tongue slid across the sensual bow of the young chestnut haired beauty’s full ripe lips. A finger teased her dewy virginal folds to slip with in her chaste young body to roll her throbbing clit under the pad of that questing finger. When Lydia gasped his tongue slipped within the moist sweetness of her virginal mouth as Jan tasted the summer wine sweetness of Lydia’s mouth.

Jan Kristenson had not said more than a couple of dozen words to Lydia for fear that she might recognizes his voice. He knew that their bonding would take time. He knew that if he was to fulfill his darkest desires, then the Stockholm Syndrome, must have time to reinforce the bond that he desired, with his Pretty, Pretty. Jan Kristenson no longer thought of Lydia Fricel as his Little Angel. Something darker in his nature was now in control, something he had buried deep inside of himself sense leaving his native land, something he had tried to deny, and yet here it had surfaced the moment he had kidnapped Lydia and had bound her to the “X” of St Andrew.
“You are very pretty ma Cher.”

As he spoke his lips brushed hers, and the back of his hand softly caressed Lydia’s tear stained cheek.

“I am looking forward to getting to know you more intimately………”

His voice trailed off and once more Jan’s lips brushed Lydia’s in a fleeting seductive kiss.

“………..I think that I shall take you as my lover Cherie.”

This time Jan’s kiss was more demanding, his tongue entwined with hers. He let the kiss linger and deepen, he let it steel the stunning young beauty’s breath away, let it deepen until time ceased to exist. There was no future, no past, just here and now, just this one kiss. The kiss continued to deepen until they shared the same life giving breathe. When his lips parted from her they seemed to cling to Lydia’s till the last possible moment and left Lydia gasping for breath.

Jan Kristen turned and left the room, left Lydia bond to the “X” alone in the room that had so quickly become her world and with his words echoing in the corridors of her young mind I am looking forward to getting to know you more intimately“………..I think that I shall take you as my lover Cherie.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She didn't want this, she didn't want any of this, but the choice was not hers, this choice was her body's, and of course the man that was bringing her the pleasure.. she begged her body not to give in, but the more he lapped, the harder it was, she had no more strength, physically or mentally. She had never had feelings so intense in her entire life.. and she didn't want to have them now, she could feel the tears roll down her face, shame and humiliation rising, as she could feel herself giving away. She just couldn't control herself any longer, she felt herself succumb to that sweet, abyss, she was flying, and she was going completely over the edge.

She didn't think she could handle this, it was to intense to much, she had never felt something so earth shattering in her entire life, and here she was sharing just that, and from a complete stranger none the less... she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, her moans, from whimpering to loud, they almost echoed in the sallow room, she writhed and pulled against the restraints, but this time it was in passion, not trying to get away. She was breathing, well rather trying to catch her breath, gasping, her eyes closed tight as she slowly came back down to earth, she never knew anything could feel so good, and as much as she didn't want it to be like this, its how the way things were right now.. and it wasn't her that had wanted this is was her body that had betrayed her.

She thought he would stop, she needed him to stop... but he continued his onslaught of her pussy, with his skill full tongue she tried to pull away but again knew she could not. She groaned as he continued teasing her now overly sensitized clit, she begged him to stop, begged him no more.. but he continued. She jumped when she felt his tongue go inside of her virgin whole once more.. and she felt that sudden heat engulf her body once more, she was hot all over, she never had a change to cool down from before.

She tried to breath, but she couldn't this was to much, she could not handle this, she didn't want to handle this, she wanted him to stop, or did she, she was so confused at the moment, she didn't know what she wanted. Oh god she thought oh dear good, she couldn't take any more, but before she could stop herself, she was having orgasm after orgasm, over and over again, she felt herself almost bellowing now, begging him, telling him she couldn't take any more. She sagged on the cross, her mind and her body exhausted from the orgasms that her kidnapper had just taken from her young body.. she was still convulsing, as she slowly started to come back down again.

As he kissed up her body, she could feel the goosebumps line her skin as he did so. Each kiss cooled, yet heightened her body, and her senses even more, she was acutely aware of his kisses, of the sensations they were bringing her. When he barely kissed her she gasped.. she wanted to pull away, but there literally was nowhere for her to go. She felt his tongue against her bottom lip, and she closed her eyes, she knew there was no escape, and no one for her to turn to, what was she to do, but enjoy it.. no she couldn't, wouldn't allow herself to. She gasped against his mouth when she felt his finger press against her still sensitive clit, she knew she couldn't handle another orgasm so soon.

She felt his tongue enter her mouth, not demanding, more searching tasting, she could taste herself on his lips. The silence was deafening but she was a little grateful for it, cause when he spoke to her it was always a leery voice that sent chills up and down her spine. She didn't want to go into being terrified again, even though she still was, the way her body was feeling, she could hardly be scared at the moment. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, could feel her body relaxing all over, though she knew it was only because of the bliss that her body had felt.

She didn't want to meet his gaze, and yet when she heard him speak something compelled her to.. maybe it was the tone in his voice, it was not as leery as before, or maybe it was how he spoke she didn't really know, but she looked at him anyway, almost as if searching, but knew there was nothing there aside from a heartless man that had kidnapped her. She felt his lips upon hers once more, soft, sweet, gentle almost, then again he hadn't really done anything to bring her real pain had he, only really when he pushed her against the wall.. what the hell was wrong with her she didn't want to think like this.

As he softly caressed her tearstained cheek, she didn't pull back, though she really wanted to. His next words however brought the fear in her right back out... she closed her eyes and fought back tears. He gave her one last soft fleeting kiss, and looked at her. What he said next, made her panic all over again.. he wouldn't... she wasn't ready.. she hadn't... his words were soft, not mean... but she didn't think of it like that. The next kiss he laid on her soft lips, was more demanding more needy, as his tongue searched and found her own. She knew she should have tried to pull away.. but she had never been kissed like that before.. or well ever really.

Lydia, Lydia she told herself get a grip, please, please get a grip. When he pulled away, she was gasping to catch her breath. He left her there, attached to the cross, her body was so stiff, so sore, from the orgasms, the struggling, and the fighting. "Please don't leave me here." She cried as he left, and she felt fresh tears rolling down her soft face.

 

[cgraven]

He had left her hanging between heaven and hell, the ecstasy of the pleasure he had ripped from her, and the hell of once more being left alone with her conflicting emotions. Again time dragged by in Lydia’s solitude, again time had no meaning, she was alone, without the man in black, without the man who had brought her, at first, such unwanted pleasure. who had every fiber of her gorgeous young body on fire with desire and pleasure, which she could not have imagined was possible until now. The man whose hand had caressed her cheek so tenderly, and that she had leaned into that tender caress despite herself. The man whose kiss had stirred something in her innocent young soul and had left her gasping to catch her breath form just a kiss.

A whisper of a noise played at the edges of Lydia’s senses. It grew louder, it was a rattling, and yet somehow different not quite right. Again the metallic [click of the door lock and again the rattling. The man in black was pushing what looked like an old fashioned tea cart. Lydia saw that it was the front wheels of the tea cart that had caused the strange rattling as they wobbled. Stem drifted up from a bowl and a towel was covering something on the cart. He rolled the cart to within a foot of where Lydia was bound to her “X”.

Jan drew back the towel and laying there was a small leather case, a dish with soap, and the steaming blow. He dipped his hands into the bowl and then lathered his hands. Then he cupped Lydia’s glistening pussy, he lathered the soft fleecy down that covered her Mons. Jan took his time and did his best to make this simple act a sensually, erotic, and seductive act before he again he dipped his hands in the steaming water. Jan Kristenson opened the leather case and drew out a straight razor.

“Be very still ma Cher I do not wish to cut you.”

His fingers drew Lydia’s delicate skin tight. Once more the bound chestnut haired beauty felt the cold touch of steel on her soft supple skin. A soft sensual rasp caressed her senses. Each pass of the razor left nothing but bare skin its wake.

“Ma Cher I like my lovers to be naked as the day they were born, with nothing to hide their sweet charms from me.”

Soon Lydia was indeed naked as the day she was born without a single hair to hide her virginal fold from his view.

“You are beautiful Ma Cher!”

There was no guile, or teasing mockery, in his voice, only the ring truth, in his belief that what he said was true, that she, Lydia Fricel, was indeed beautiful. Jana poured sweet scented oil into the palms of his hands and began to message Lydia’s freshly shaven pussy. By the time he had finished his task his little Pretty, Pretty was once more tittering on the brink of that delicious dark abyss. Kristenson kissed his way back up her ravishing bound young body, paying particular attentions to all the little spots that had brought Lydia such sinfully forbidden pleasure.

“What do you desire Ma Cher?”

His lips brushed Lydia’s moist ripe lips with every word he spoke.

“More.”

The word was just a breathy whisper, not so much heard as sensed. Was it a question or a statement of what was to be, and yet it was phrased to give the bound beauty a chance to voice her fears or desires. He pressed his lips to hers in an invitation for her to part her full moist lips, to allow him entry into her sweet virginal mouth, and to let her will bend to his desires. And yet were those sinful desires, his alone. Would she submit to him out of desire or would she tell herself this is what she must do to survive?

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She didn't know what to think, all she knew it that she didn't know what was worse, him giving her the most pleasure she had ever felt in her entire life... or hanging here all alone, spent, exhausted and confused... it had to be the latter she thought to herself. She hated being alone, in the silence of this bare room, with nowhere to go, at least if she was in her what leash she thought at least she could move around some her body was hurting so bad, all she wanted was to cry at this moment, she felt as if this man had awakened her senses, yet closed them all at the same time... she didn't want to enjoy what he had done to her, but at the same time, she just wasn't able to stop.. and had she wanted him to, no at the moment when he was doing such wicked things to her body she hadn't wanted him to stop, god what kind of person did that make her.

She had felt alive in those moments, he had awakened something inside of her that she had long buried, her words in the back of her head, never just give your virginity to someone unless you loved them, maybe that was just a fairy tail, a very unrealistic one after all. She didn't want to feel this way she knew it was wrong of her to feel this way, but how could she help it, she had never given herself so many orgasms, she didn't even know it was possible.. this man was turning her entire world upside down, everything she thought she knew she didn't. She closed her eyes, and tried to gather herself.. maybe it was just that she was exhausted, it was just her mind playing tricks on her, or maybe... maybe this is what she had been missing all along, the something she had missed in her dull boring life.

She heard a noise, though she wasn't quite sure what it was she heard, but it alerted her senses, as she opened her eyes and looked around the room. She didn't know what the noise was, but looking around the room, made her realize it could be anything, and the goosebumps of fear rose along her skin once more. She heard that click of the door and then more rattling, everything she heard just sent her senses on high alert. She wanted to look away, she wanted to scream, yet she just couldn't it was as if she were paralyzed from speaking or rather doing anything, and she didn't know what was worse.

She relaxed a little when she realized it wasn't some crazy contraption to come in and kill her. She bit her lip, and closed her eyes once more.. she had no idea what was coming next, and that she knew was what scared her the most.. it was the not knowing that made her fear the worse. She opened her eyes, she needed to see what was going on, she needed to know even if she didn't want to know. She watched his every move her heart racing against her chest, and due to the silence of the room one would be able to hear every beat.

She watched what he was doing, not that she wanted to do, but it was like some strong force was compelling her to. She gasped when she felt him, lather her tight virginal pussy up, she wasn't sure at that moment what she was feeling, and she had no idea what he had planned on doing to her. She closed her eyes, but this time it was because of her body, that body of hers that continued and continued to betray her, this wasn't fair she thought to herself.. none of this was fair, and yet each little touch, and she felt like a inferno, of lust, of confusion, and need.

When she spotted the razor in his hands, she whimpered, was this it, was this the time, where he mutilated and killed her. She heard his words, she wanted to scream, but she was frozen, she knew the fear in her eyes would be more then evident. She felt his fingers at her pussy, and tried to relax.. she didn't know what was about to happen. She felt the cold steel against her virgin pussy and she could feel herself shaking. But the feel of the razor wasn't mutilating her at all she thought to herself this was something else, something more.

She now knew he was shaving her pussy bare, he wasn't trying to hurt her, and although this was rather embarrassing for her, at least she knew he wasn't trying to kill her.. for now. She listened carefully to his words, and it made her blush from her head down to her toes. She could feel the cool air of the room, against the now bare skin of her virginal pussy. His words when he told her she was beautiful rather stunned her for a moment, she was so confused so very confused. She knew he meant those words... that is wasn't just something he wanted to say.. cause after all he held all the power, he would have no reason to lie to her.

The scented oil that the stranger was now rubbing onto her bare virginal pussy, made her gasp, the scent was sweet and erotic, but his touch was even more erotic then that. She couldn't take this, already he was awakening her body once more, and as much as she wanted to fight him, for now she just didn't have the energy mentally, nor physically, but she knew it wasn't because she was in pain, or that her body hurt.. it was because for once in her life she didn't want to fight this, fight him... she wanted this.

She breathed deeply when he started kissing up her body once more.. a little whimper of pleasure escaped her lips, partly cause she wanted nothing more then to fight this, partly because she wanted him to know she wanted this. She barely heard him speak, she was lost in her own world, lost in the sweet abyss that threatened once more to overtake her young body, into that place of purgatory, of heaven and hell and she wanted him to take her right over.. She sighed when she felt his lips brush against hers ever so softly. Finally she managed to whimper out more, she didn't know what more she wanted, she just knew at the moment she wanted more, craved for more.

She had no idea of what she was really getting herself into, but at the moment a part of her did not really care. She didn't know what she really wanted.. but each touch, each kiss he gave her, her senses, no she wanted and needed more. She didn't hesitate, she opened her lips for him, allowing him entry, she wanted him to taste her, she wanted him to drink from her, she wanted to give herself to him.. at least in this sense anyway. She knew this was wrong, she shouldn't be wanting this man so bad, this stranger, she was breaking every rule she had ever set out there for herself.. and yet in this moment she felt alive. She didn't know why exactly she was doing this, was it because she desired this, or because she felt it would keep her alive.. she really didn't know.. but for now it didn't even matter.

 

[cgraven]

The sweet, intoxicating, musky scent of Lydia’s growing arousal filled Jan Kristenson’s nostrils as he massaged the warm oil into her freshly shaven pussy. Each little sigh, each little gasped moan that bubbled from her moist ripe lips pleased him as he once more kissed his way up the bound little chestnut haired beauty’s gorgeous supple body. His lips brushed hers as he breathed More. More such a haunting tempting word, his dark golden hazel eyes met Lydia’s soft shimmering emerald green eyes, this time those stunning green eyes were not shimmering with unshed tears but with a dark sinful desire a clawing need deep within her. A little whimpered moan escaped the hapless bound young beauty’s moist ripe lips as she sighed,

”More.”

When his lips pressed once more to hers Lydia did not hesitate, she parted her lips for him, allowing him entry her sweet virginal mouth. Her ravishing young body arched to him as she now pressed her full ripe lips to his. There was no doubt in Jan’s mind that she wanted him to taste her, she wanted him to drink from her sweetness, and that she wanted to give herself to him.

“Then you shall have More Ma Cher.”

This time his kiss was more demanding of her, yet he let his little Pretty, Pretty come to him. He let Lydia languish in the dark sweet pleasure of that kiss until time once more stood still and once again there was no past, no future, just here and now and this one perfect kiss that sent her young soul soaring and her set her gorgeous young body on fire with an unholy need for even more. His lips parted from Lydia’s, they clung to hers till the last possible moment. Jan stooped and freed the helpless young beauty’s left ankle, his lips brushed her chaffed skin where her restrains had rubbed her supple silken skin. Kristenson repeated the process as he freed Lydia’s right ankle. One more those maddening, seductive butterfly kiss floated up the sensual curve of her calve , caressed the velvet skin of Lydia’s inner thigh as his hot moist breath washed over the girl’s newly shaven pussy.

Jan let the anticipation grow as his kisses explored the firmness of her proud young breast and rock hard nipples, the sensual curve of her neck and then her right arm to free her captive wrist. He kissed the chaffed skin of her dainty right wrist. Then repeated the sensually seductive seen with Lydia’s left wrist, Lydia was free of the “X”. He caught her as she staggered and swept the girl up into the security of his arms. He carried the naked young beauty to the queen bed and gently laid her down on it.

“Ma Cher you are such a Good Girl, so brave and so very, very beautiful.”
Jan’s lips brushed hers in a fleeting kiss.

“Raise your hands above your head Ma Cher so I can bind them to the bed’s head board and then spread your legs so I may once more bind your trim little ankles to the footboard.”

This was the moment would Lydia submit and seek the More her treacherous ravishing young body wanted, needed, no now craved, or would her childish morality once more flare?

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She knew she shouldn't enjoy this the way she was, but she just couldn't help herself, this man was awakening things in her, she didn't even know was possible. She closed her eyes enjoying every little sensation she was feeling, she felt alive, but at the same time, she felt like she was betraying everything she ever knew or promised herself. His kiss, though demanding, was still sensual and seductive. She felt so good, he felt so good, she was enjoying the feelings he was bringing out in her, even though at the same time she felt humiliated by the way she was feeling.

She didn't want to moan for him but she had to, she had to admit that she wanted more, no she needed more, she needed this. When he kissed her once more she sighed and didn't pull away this time, instead she felt her mouth opening for him, giving him access, complete access. She felt herself giving in more and more, as she arched towards him, wanting more of his taste, she wanted to devour him. She knew this was wrong but she couldn't help herself...she was lost to herself, lost to him. His words and the way he spoke them made goosebumps crawl up and down her skin.

She didn't think for once in her life she didn't think, she opened her mouth and then found herself searching for his tongue, she wanted to taste more of him. She didn't know that one kiss could mesmerize her the way his was, maybe he didn't plan to kill her, she didn't completely put the thought out of her mind however...but for now it was the last thing she was thinking about. He had made her feel so much in the short time that he had kidnapped her and now. She didn't think she could feel so empty, when the stranger broke the kiss, what was this she wondered to herself, she didn't want to feel this way and yet she just couldn't help herself.

She felt him unclasping her restraints, she was confused, but happy at the same time, when he kissed where she assumed the marks were, she smiled, all of this was so very confusing to her, she was embarrassed and ashamed that she wanted more from him. She half watched him, half looked away. She was trying not to show the effects that he was having on her and her body. She could feel his lips moving up her young virgin body, slow, so slow, she felt like she was floating, like she was slowly losing her mind.

Each kiss sent shivers all through her, also a fever was running through her, he was making her so hot, so completely hot. She sighed when he kissed her wrist, she looked at her wrist and noticed how red they were, but at the moment she didn't even care. She blushed when he kissed her other wrist, God she didn't want to feel this way, but she just couldn't help herself. She stagered a little when he freed her from the X. She breathed deeply but didn't even try to fight him this time, when he took her in his arms she felt herself wrap her arms around his neck.

She looked up at him as he gently laid her down on the bed, she was confused, and she knew she should have been fighting him but she just couldn't, or maybe she just didn't want to. She blushed at his next words...she hadn't really said more than a couple of words to this man other than no and don't kill me. "T-thank you." She managed to squeak out. She leaned into his kiss and smiles against his fleeting kiss. She chewed on her lip, why did he want to bound her once more, she felt more hurt now then embarresed, but she didn't want to question him, though she knew her eyes would show everything she was feeling.

She wanted to see what more he could give her, but at the same time she didn't want to be bound again, the her that wanted more, and the her that feels humiliated by this act was to much. Finally she decided and put her hands above her head, then she spread her legs wide, though she was shaking like a leaf.

 

[cgraven]

Jan could see the fear in his little Pretty, Pretty’s eyes but he could also see the smolder need in those soft azures blue eyes for More. He loved the way that Lydia gave herself completely to his demanding kiss, the way her little pink tongue eagerly sought his and entwined with it as she now savored the taste of him. The sensual little shutters that rippled through her gorgeous supple young body with each kiss that caressed her soft silken skin. When he took her from the “X”, there was a dark pleasure that surged through him as he swept Lydia into his arms and she wrapped arms around his neck and she buried her angelic face into his chest, like a lost little girl seeking the security of his arms.

Lydia looked up at him as he gently laid her down on the bed, He could see the confusion in those stunning azure blue eyes, he could see that she knew that she should have been fighting him, but s just couldn't, he smiled then, or maybe she just didn't want to. Lydia blushed the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of her toes at his next words...…

“Ma Cher you are such a Good Girl, so brave and so very, very beautiful…..Raise your hands above your head Ma Cher so I can bind them to the bed’s head board and then spread your legs so I may once more bind your trim little ankles to the footboard.”

Though she had not really said more than a couple of words to him other than no and don't kill me. Lydia whispered

"T-thank you."

In a soft breathy angelic voice.

Kristenson could see the hurt look in those stunningly expressive blue eyes, could see the fear, could see the need for more that racked Lydia’s ravishing young body and innocent young soul. The hapless young beauty hesitated only a moment before she raised her hands above her golden head and then she spread her long, toned, sculptures legs wide, though she was shaking like a leaf, for him once more to binder her to his will.

“Ma Cher you are so brave so beautiful.”

Jan’s lips brushed hers as he bound her right wrist to the head boar of the bed, which her preciously guarded virginity would be sacrificed on. The binding of Lydia’s arms and leg, more symbolic than anything else, the silken scarves loosely warped around her dainty wrist and ankles, she could pull free of them at any time, it was only Lydia’s hungering need and curiosity for More that truly bound the ravishing young beauty.
Lydia was once more bound, as Jan settled on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. He then stood at the end of the bed where Lydia could see him and slowly began to strip out of his black leather clothing, all except the masked that hide his face from her. His body was slowly revealed to the young bound virgin. His chest was broad and bore several old scares as if he was no stranger to combat. His muscles were like bands of iron, as if he had been a working man all his life and then for the first time in her young life Lydia saw a fully erect man’s cock.

He came to her, his lips kissing their way up the stunning young blonde’s long sculptured legs, his hot moist breath once more bathed her virgin folds with every breath he took, his thumbs spread those coral pink folds, and his eyes met hers just before he lowered his head to feast on the summer wine sweetness of her aroused innocence until Lydia was once more lost in the throes of her sinful ecstasy. It was then that Jan Kristenson raised his head, once more kissed his way up the sensual curves of Lydia’s torso. His lips claimed hers in the most sensual, demanding, and seductive kiss yet. Then as that seductive, forbidden, kiss lingered and deepened, the golden beauty, for the first time in her young life, felt naked flesh pressed to her own naked flesh. The velvet tip of his cock brushed the soft silken skin of Lydia’s inner thigh. She could feel his hand reach between their naked bodies, feel him guide that velvet tip towards her virginal fold. That velvet tip grazed those moist, delicate folds as he rolled his hips to hers. Lydia was about to taste the More she had so sweetly begged for. Jan wondered whether she would embrace that More or fight to preserve her preciously guarded virginity.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She didn't want to look so scared, but at the same time she didn't know what to expect, he still might kill her, or do worse... she couldn't be sure, this kindness he was suddenly showing her could all be just part of his sick game... but she couldn't deny that she had wanted more. My, my she thought to herself, one kiss could knock her for a loop, and make her want so much more.. she wondered if all kisses were like this.. or if anyone else had felt shattered just by a simple kiss, then again there wasn't anything simple in this kiss.

She felt herself breathing harder and harder by the seconds.. and she wondered what more meant, what did she just give herself over to? She had to admit she had felt so good in his arms, so very good, strong, safe, dare she say sweet... no don't think like that she told herself.. but she wanted to, damn did she want to. When he laid her on the bed, she knew she should have screamed should have been fighting, but she just didn't want to at the moment. She listened to his every word, hung on them rather.

She bit her lip and looked at him shyly, there was so much conflict and confusion in her young eyes, but there was more there as well, want, need, lust, passion. She didn't know why she was willing to give herself so freely to a stranger, not just a stranger, but a stranger, that obviously had a agenda... that had wanted more... but at the moment hadn't she as well asked for more. She found herself thanking him, who thanked the person that kidnapped them, what the hell was wrong with her, she was a turmoil of confusion.

She didn't like anyone to see her at her weakest, for she never really thought of herself as weak, and she didn't want anyone else thinking of her that way either. She realized how bad she was shaking, yet she allowed him to bind her once more.. she was slowly losing her mind.. and who she was all at the same time.. then again maybe she never really knew who she was in the first place, maybe this stranger was making her realize who she was.. she just didn't know. Although each time he spoke to her now, she found that she wasn't scared, more curious.... more aware, more alert.

She blushed a deep shade of red, as he continued to bind her, brushing his lips against her own. She had no idea she could get out of her binds with ease, had she really wanted to.. no she had no clue, and he wanted it that way, he wanted to test the waters.. he wanted to give her the more she so desperately craved... the something she was missing that gave her life meaning. She was chewing on her lip so hard, she was sure if she chewed any harder she would make herself bleed, she watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots, calm down relax she thought to herself.

Her heart was racing and the room was spinning, she watched however as he slowly removed his clothing, not at all rushed like she had assumed this would go, damn she was so wrong about everything, yet inside she was full of conflict... she didn't know what she wanted. Or did she? She had to admit as his body came into view, that he a epiphany of a man. She should look away she thought, but she just couldn't, she was mesmerized. She wondered about the scars, but was still to afraid to speak.. or say much more then one word at a time.

She had to close her eyes for a moment, trying to calm herself down, and to adjust to this specimen of a man. She watched as he walked back over to her... just relax Lydia... you asked for more. Oh god, she was like a volcano ready to erupt, she had never felt so alive in her entire life... she was young sure... but she had also always felt as if there was something missing in her life, though it was more then just sex... she never had anyone stimulate her body.. or her mind... well one person... but that was another story all together.

She found herself leaning into his kiss as she had before, but this time it was her demanding more, her hungrily searching for his tongue, devouring him with her lips. She felt his cock brush against her thigh and she felt herself tense up. She tried to relax, but she was having a hard time.. she wanted more, but she wasn't sure she was ready for this much more. She felt herself hold her breath for a moment before she realized she was holding her breath. She closed her eyes, she wanted more.. she wasn't fighting but she had also never been more terrified then at this moment in her life.

 

[cgraven]

He came to her, his lips kissing their way up the stunning young blonde’s long sculptured legs, his hot moist breath once more bathed her virgin folds with every breath he took, his thumbs spread those coral pink folds, and his eyes met hers just before he lowered his head to feast on the summer wine sweetness of her aroused innocence until Lydia was once more lost in the throes of her sinful ecstasy. It was then that Jan Kristenson raised his head, once more kissed his way up the sensual curves of Lydia’s torso. His lips claimed hers in the most sensual, demanding, and seductive kiss yet. Jan smiled to himself as Lydia leaned into his kiss, but this time it was her demanding more, her hungrily searching for his tongue, devouring him with her lips. Then as that seductive, forbidden, kiss lingered and deepened, the golden beauty, for the first time in her young life, felt naked flesh pressed to her own naked flesh. The velvet tip of his cock brushed the soft silken skin of Lydia’s inner thigh. He could tell that she was trying to relax, but she was having a hard time……..could tell her treacherous young body desperately wanted more, yet he knew that his hungering little Pretty, Pretty wasn't sure she was ready for this much more. Then Lydia could feel his hand reach between their naked bodies, feel him guide that velvet tip towards her virginal fold. That velvet tip grazed those moist, delicate folds as he rolled his hips to hers. Lydia was about to taste The More she had so sweetly begged for. Jan wondered whether she would embrace that More or fight to preserve her preciously guarded virginity. The ravishing young beauty’s soft azure blue eyes fluttered closed. Kristenson knew Lydia wanted more…… she wasn't fighting him and a soft sensual gasp bubbled from her moist rip lips as his cock pressed to her virgin folds as he entered her delicious chaste young body. Yet he also knew she was never more terrified then at this moment in her young life.

Oh how he had dreamed of this moment from the first time he had seen her. He had of course lied to himself, telling himself it was only when she had turned 18 that his obsession with her began. Again he banished those thoughts from his mind as again he rolled his hips to the young golden beauty. He took his time stretching and opening her chaste young body to his lust for her. The hard ridge of his cock pressed to young Lydia’s throbbing clit, each roll of his hips enkindling a fire deep within the young virgin that threatened to consume her body and soul. Then the velvet tip of his cock nudged Lydia’s maidenhead, that thin physical barrier that proclaimed that she was indeed a virgin. He knew there would be Pain with the loss of her preciously guarded virginity and yet Pain only heightened pleasure. He would give his little Pretty, Pretty both the pain and the pleasure. He pressed the tip of his cock to Lydia’s maiden head, let her just taste the pain to come then drew back his hips until only the velvet tip of his cock remained within her chaste young body, and his lips parted from hers, as Lydia tittered on the edge of that sweet dark abyss.

“Ma Cher you are so brave, so beautiful, I must have all of you!”

Jan Kristenson’s lips once more crushed to his little lost lamb’s in the most demanding kiss yet and when Lydia had surrendered completely to it he thrust his hips forward. Jan swallowed his little Pretty, Pretty’s scream as a flash of white hot pain laced through Lydia gorgeous young body. As the young defiled virgin’s chaste supple young body arched to his in that white hot flash of pain His cock began to move within her, that searing pain became a sharp pain, that sharp pain soon became a dull ache, and that dull ache became something More, a smoldering fire that grew to become a breath taking pleasure that engulfed Lydia body and soul, then became so much More a white hot flash of incredible pleasure that seared every fiber in her ravishing young body.

Kristenson delighted in every sensual sigh, moan and seductive gasp that bubbled from Lydia’s moist ripe lips, his fingers curled tightly into her golden tresses as he pounded into her chaste young body. Lydia was swept away in a series of cascading orgasms, her soft creamy ivory skin shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her trim little ankles came free of their loose silken bounds. Lydia’s legs were free to kick and fight her kidnaper, her rapist, or they were free to draw him deeper into her chaste young body.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She didn't really know or comprehend all the feelings that she or her body was feeling. All she really knew is she wanted and needed more, even though she knew it was so wrong, this was not something she should want from some stranger, yet at the moment she never wanted anything more than him. He knew what he was doing, there was no doubt about that, it was as if he knew her, knew exactly what she wanted and needed. Good god she thought to herself as she moaned against his lips, why did she need or rather want him so bad.

She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as he continued to kiss her and then she felt his naked flesh against her virgin folds, part of her, deep in her subconscious knew she should be fighting him, yet right now she just wanted him. She was teetering between sanity and completely losing her mind. She was frightened, not just because she was going to give herself to a complete stranger, but because she was scared of how much it may hurt. She bit her lip fighting her inner turmoil. Just breath she thought to herself, he isn't trying to hurt you, but then her logical side told her he had already hurt her by taking her. She didnt care at the moment she wanted this.

Another odd thought came through her mind, what is he going to think of her, giving herself freely to some stranger that kidnapped her. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She was breathing so hard she could feel her breasts rise and fall could feel her hands shaking. As much as she should be fighting, she just didn't want to. She tried with all her mite to just relax and try to enjoy this moment. She knew the time had finally come for more.. And she didn't fight him, she didn't fight this moment or what she wanted and needed.

She was still terrified yet she was thrilled at the same time. She couldn't help but hold her breath for a moment while she waited...she gasped when he pushed more inside of her virgin pussy. She had her eyes closed as she tried not to think about the pain. She was biting her lip and she could feel her passion building. She gasped once more as she felt him against her barrier. She tried to brace herself for what was to come. She felt empty when his lips separated from her own. She barely heard him, faintly she heard what he said but she was finally ready for more.

She was ecstatic when she felt his lips crashing against hers hard and demanding. She was lost in the kiss when he thrust into her hard and demanding, she cried out against his mouth. She felt her nails dig into her hands as she felt that sudden sharp pain and waited for it to subside. As the pain slowly went away she felt new sensations, so many different wonderful sensations, so this was more, more than she ever could have imagined. Holy Fuck she thought to herself as she felt waves of pleasure run through her, she was close so very close.

Her body was not hers anymore, it now belonged to this stranger that had claimed her as his. She realized her ankles were free, so she tested the restraints around her wrist and they came free as well, she was suprised. She had a fleeting moment of thinking of fighting him but she realized she didn't want to, she wanted more and more of him. She found herself wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her. Then she felt herself wrap her arms around his back and she raked her nails along his back.

 

[cgraven]

Kristenson delighted in every sensual sigh, moan and seductive gasp that bubbled from Lydia’s moist ripe lips, his fingers curled tightly into her golden tresses as he pounded into her chaste young body. Lydia was swept away in a series of cascading orgasms; her soft creamy ivory skin shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her trim little ankles came free of their loose silken bounds. Lydia’s legs were free to kick and fight her kidnaper, her rapist, or they were free to draw him deeper into her chaste young body and to grasp the More her treacherous young body now seemed to crave.

Yet far from fighting her abductor, her rapist, Lydia Fricel wrapping her long, shapely, athletic, legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper, ever deeper inside of her chaste young body shamelessly offering herself to him, as she became a very willing participant in her own rape. Then he felt her wrap her arms around his back and she raked her nails along his back, so his little wild cat had clawed, such a willful little kitten Lydia was becoming. As he took her their kiss lingered and deepened and became more savage and demanding by the minute. There was no doubt that Kristenson was the master of the young girl’s ravishing supple body, she was his to do with as he pleased and Jan reveled in this power as he played that gorgeous young body, as if it were a fine instrument, and he the unquestioned master of it.

Lydia’s stunning young body now shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat, her breath came in ragged little pants and gasped as her gorgeous supple body arched to Jan’s, her golden hair sweat matted clung to her angelic face as their coupling came to a blinding crescendo. Jan Kristenson’s body gathered in on itself stiffened and then he came, his scalding white hot jets of cum filling Lydia young fertile womb. He gripped the girl to him as his hips continued to deeply truss into her in short powerful stabs. Her firm young breasts crushed to her chest, her rock hard nipple digging into his chest and then he stilled, his cock still buried deep in the young blonde’s defiled supple body.

“Ma Cher you were magnificent.”

Jan voices a raspy whisper his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

Soon Jan Kristenson breathing settled down into a deep even pattern as he held Lydia wrapped in his arms, wrapped in the knowledge that she had become a more than willing participant in her own rape, and that she was a Fallen woman who had betrayed all that she believe in, or had told herself that she believed in. Nothing in her young life had prepared Lydia for the pleasure that he ripped from her traitorous young body, but Oh what pleasure he had given her. Now she lay in his arms his collar locked around her slender neck, even if she now chose to fight for her lost virtue and honor there would still be no escape, no way to slip from the collar and chain, if that was what she truly wanted, or was it what she now wanted.