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The Runaway Bride

He nodded gently as she took him into her mouth, placing a hand on her head, moving his fingers through her hair softly, "Mmmm... good girl Emma... thats it." He felt his member pulse and grow slightly as she began to suck.

He let out a large groan, this was worth it.
 
The worst part about this whole experience was that he was being so gentle at the same time that he was being awful to her. He was treating her like she was his devoted wife and he was her loving husband, the former of which was definitely not true. She cringed when she felt his member grow and fill her mouth even more. She already knew that she would choke on him if he grew much bigger.

She pushed her head down further, sucking on him steadily. Her tongue touched along his underside gingerly as she worked her way deeper.
 
He groaned softly in pleasure as his member grew harder and he grew more aroused. He closed his eyes slowly and placed his hand on the back of her head, continuing to run his fingers through her hair.
 
She closed her eyes to avoid seeing his face while she did this. She hated that she could feel him enjoying it, she could feel his pleasure. She just wanted to get this over with. She started moving faster, bobbing her head up and down sloppily in hopes to get him off as quickly as she could.
 
He looked down at her once more, pulling on her hair, pulling her head away from his now erect member, "You did a mighty fine job there Ms Emma..." he started, looking over her exposed body once again. He tugged the rope, forcing her to stand up in front of him.

Without saying a word he flipped her around, moving a hand around her waist he pulled himself close to her, grabbing one of her exposed breasts as he licked right behind her ear.
 
She was relieved when he pulled out of her mouth, but her relief was cut short when he pulled her up and flipped her around. She cried out when he grabbed at her breast and whimpered when he licked her ear. She turned her head away in disgust, her entirely body cringing away from him. She wasn't going to try to stop him from taking what he obviously wanted, but only because she knew she couldn't stop him. He was much more powerful than she was. She sobbed once, tears rolling down her cheeks. She still couldn't believe he'd found her.
 
He sucked on her earlobe gently, his large member moving slowly in between her legs, rubbing against the inside of her thighs. He moved his hands over both of her breasts, squeezing them tightly, he whispers, "Mmm.. you like this don't you my lovely bride?"
 
"No. No I don't like this at all," she whimpered, sobbing again. She shuddered when she felt his member moving in between her legs. The last thing she wanted was for him to take her final piece of innocence away. If he took her virginity, she really would be bound to him forever. Their marriage would be consummated, she would never be able to get out of it.
 
He placed her nipple in between his two fingers and squeezed, "...tell me you LIKE it..." he grit his teeth, as his other hand pulled back and struck the exposed flesh of her ass.
 
â??No!â? she protested loudly, almost shrieking her refusal. She cried harder, wriggling angrily against him. She felt a welt grow on her ass from his slap. She hated him, hated him. Why couldnâ??t he just take her and be done with it? Why did he have to try to make it more than that?
 
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