The Tease to the D [ Alluring Pixie/ Sanoci]

Merely sampling the prospective new toy, distinctive in the quality. Ironic when one took a glimpse of his exterior, displaying a continual scowl perhaps cloaking his overbite as yellowed canines gripped onto a cigarette. Very pronounced facial features, goatee, fair-skinned, and sunken dark blue hues hidden by turquoise tinted glasses. Robust marginally in a maroon dress shirt open collared with rolled up sleeves, and light dress pants. Retaining a placid demeanor that otherwise had people dismiss their concerns, one would not immediately suspect this man as some delinquent with sumptuous taste. Exploiting her mainly with his hands, she wouldn't get the full blunt of the entertainment until they arrived back. Crumbling drugs and forcing them down her throat, she would be incapacitated and unable to mutter a word until any possibility of escape became futile. Parking his largely ordinary car to the driveway things appeared silent with nowhere he could currently perceive optically. Opening the content of his truck was this beauty, lugging her off his vehicle by a duffel bag and carrying it immediately to the house. Fleeing amidst the chaos, a fine prize awaited him as they ventured to the basement where some nice furniture would be what she awoken to, restricting movements in her limbs, even fixate her head to a particular position.



" Well heelloooooo there tease, remember me ? You got me throbbing, imagine that typical for you. Getting guys at attention, all vying to fuck that succulent pussy. "

Every small movement sent a fresh dizziness through her. Katherine’s first instinct had been to fight, but the drugs gripped her mind and refused to let go. Lulling the teen into a sleep-like state, caramel colored eyes were shut tight. There was a distinct difference between laying passively in the trunk and being carried. Groaning, even pushing against the sturdy bag seemed futile in this state. She couldn’t make out her surroundings, but she could here the man’s voice. “Hhhnnn...” The florescent lights above her were blinding and she brought a hand up to shield her sensitive eyes. With the sudden change of scenery, she might have thought she’d dreamt of the waterpark, but she was still wearing her two-piece suit. Earlier that day, her mother had begged her to put on something different…she was sixteen, but the way her cleavage threatened to burst from the pink cloth. As she sat up she slowly brushed sandy blonde hair from her face, thinking that perhaps her mother had been correct. The matching bottoms were tied with strings on each side that had long since come loose. Every time her hips shifted the material came closer to falling off of her completely. “I…I d-didn’t tease anyone…” Still a bit dazed, Katherine was barely finding her voice before her eyes cleared in time to really see her captor. Ready to fire off a line of insults her burning eyes could finally see the room – and she couldn’t comprehend what it was that she was seeing.

The bed-like structure looked demonic to her young eyes – failing to comprehend its uses to the fullest extent, and she found herself scurrying back from it. Her palms stung from the chill of the basement floor, though she resigned herself to scooting backwards, unable to pull herself to her feet. Before she could back fully into the wall, she felt the flimsy straps of her bottoms come undone. Gasping, Katherine’s small fingers flew to her sides, tugging at them rather than retying them. Pulling her knees to her chest, she shuddered. Her mind was clearing…she could remember exactly what had happened. “Why…why did you bring me here?”

" Feigning ignorance or innocence is so unbecoming, just think of this as an educational experience."

Witnessing her bustling around frantically amused him, admiring her tenacity, persistent when the odds have already been determined. Drugs were finally being diminished through her nervous system, striving typically of one's flight or fight. Before anything exciting could occur, the savage began to grapple her, utilizing his might to sever her little shell of her knees to the chest. Though troublesome he suspected it wouldn't take long. Focused on inspecting her body thoroughly, a vigorous clasp of his callous fingers began to gauge her right breast to feasibly measure his new toy. Slipping through the fabric, digits feeling her luscious lump of fats that drove all men insane with the palm brushing against her nipple. She needed to ease up in unfamiliar territory, its implications perverse in nature. Occupying the other hand by inserting the index and middle fingers through her folds and the pinky into her asshole, intent was loosening this harlot before any type of physical tutelage could proceed. Swooping in swiftly and bestowed with exceptional strength, planning to pin her down and test her assets firsthand. Anticipating a struggle this had to be brief, glancing at the guillotine like frame.

" Wrestling me won't make any of this easier. "

Disabling her willpower took secondary precedence, preferring to first satisfy his own primal needs. Forbidden fruit tasted the best, at least that became the rational thought coursing in his mind regarding her.

A shrill cry escaped the young woman, though at first she was genuinely too shocked to move much. As his hands descended on her body, her fingers immediately clawed at him. It was quickly apparent that she would never dislodge him, but she happened to have perfectly cared for – recently painted – nails that dug into him with intent to draw blood. Now that the drugs were null in her system her eyes were bright and very, very angry. “You’re sick!” Katherine was screaming. She hoped with all her heart that someone might hear her. Her nipples hardened under the abuse but she ignored it. A furious blush swept across her face, though it was quickly replaced with shock as his hands continued further down. His finger hurt. It had been so long since she’d been fucked, but that was the least of her worries. “Fuck you!” Most always thought her to be quick-witted, but there were no good comebacks for this situation. “Y-you really call THIS wrestling? You’re almost twice my size you freaking…pervert!” Angry was good. If she was angry she was less afraid and more reckless. Katherine reared back and bit the fleshy part of her attackers bicep, ready to pounce up when he let go.