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Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

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As his hand was placed against her bare leg, her fingers coiled harshly around his wrist and tugged his arm away from her body. It wouldn't deter him, however, as he placed his hand between her knees to try to pry them apart. For a girl of her size, she was extremely strong, especially her trained legs. She managed to keep them squeezed together for a while, but his strength once again dominated hers, forcing her legs to separate so that she was exposed to his camera.

With his chuckle, her eyes darted to his with a look that could have ripped him into a million shards. She watched him drop his pants, his erection springing into view. He wanted her to get rid of it? Oh, she thought of many vile ways to do that justice including detaching it from biting or simply using her nails to claw him to pieces. She wouldn't, however, as the silhouette of the gun traced back into her mind.

Rachel was becoming angry, and that frustration was pushing away her fear, dangerously making her reckless. Seeing that blinking light staring her in the face, palm extended and slapped it roughly, knocking the damn thing to the ground. Legs clamped shut again, head going between her knees to protect her face from any retaliation he may bring.
 
As the brave girl knocked the camera from his hand, he became angry. "You just made a big mistake." he told her as he reached down and grabbed the girl and knocking her down to the ground on her hands and knees. Within one second, he had mounted her roughly and held her hips tightly against him. The camera was soon back in his hand, recording the entire thing. His manhood plunged deep and roughly into her tight little area. He pulled out slightly, then plunged in even deeper this time. He repeated this process several times before pulling out completely.

As he pulled out, his arm pushed her further down to the ground and she landed on her back. Once again, his manhood was plunged deeply into her, causing a small amount of blood to drip slowly out of her as he pounded away at her little virgin womanhood. He paid no attention to any sounds she made, this little bitch had it coming. She would get rid of his erection one way or another.
 
She saw the anger flash in his eyes, his words coming out almost too quickly for her to understand. She recoiled from him, though it was all in vain as he reached out and snatched her to the ground. She tried to crawl away, hands and knees extending, but his hands held too tightly to her hips. Feeling him pierce her delicate skin, she gasped loudly, too shocked and immobilized by fear to do anything else. As he pummeled into her, she finally found her voice. Blood-curdling scream erupted from her lips, filling the air with her shrieks.

The screaming was loud and relentless, hoping that someone in the building would hear her. When he turned her onto her back, she noticed the camera in her face again. Hand reached up again, this time slapping his face, the heel of her hand making a rough contact. Her head was becoming dizzy from all the oxygen she was expelling with her terrified yelling. She had no choice but to stop, lips clamping shut. She turned her face to the side, tears streaming down her pretty face. "Please." She whispered, closing her eyes to him. "Please stop. I don't understand why you're doing this." Her throat was raspy from her attempts to call for help. Rachel tried to squirm from beneath him but his weight was too much for her body. "Please." She stated once more. "You're hurting me!" She cried out, her body feeling like he was going to rip it apart.
 
The video just kept rolling as she screamed for her to be set free. "You'll get out when your father's learned his lesson." he mentioned to her as his pounding slowly became more soft and slow, as he calmed down his cock continued to ram in the small girl, but more controlled then before. "You like this, don't you?" he asked with a smile on his face as he held her hip with his free hand, videotaping it with the other.
 
He certainly was persistent, nothing, not even a slap to his face, was succeeding in slowing him down. Rachel's arms reached out to push him away, but to no avail. Tears continued to streak her cheeks, a sign of admitting defeat. She barely heard him, but she did catch the most important word: father. Green eyes widened, looking up at him. "My f-father? What does my Daddy have to do with this?" She whispered, voice too hoarse to raise in volume.

She noticed that his thrusts were less harsh, though at that point it didn't matter. Each forceful entry jolted her back on the carpet, causing small burns that didn't even register on a scale of pain compared to everything else he was doing to her. Suddenly, an answer came to her. "You worked for Daddy, didn't you? You're one of the ones who lost their jobs."

Rachel had always feared that one day her Daddy's company would do something drastic to hurt others. Hovering over her was a man that had his world ripped apart and was taking his frustrations out on her. Left arm came to drape across her face, hiding it, while her right hand reached to grasp the bottom of the sofa as a brace. Her chest heaved; heart raced. "I'm sorry for what he did." She offered with sincerity, which was hard for her to muster considering how much this man was causing her pain.

The camera didn't matter anymore, nor did his words. She bit down on her lip, wincing every time he pushed himself inside of her. She'd not ask him to stop again. . . she didn't care what he did to her at that point. After all, it was her Daddy's actions that had gotten her in this situation.
 
To his shock, something that confused him a little had happened. The girl apologized, something he didn't think would ever happen. But this of course did not stop his thrusts, he only dug deeper and deeper inside her. "What did you say?" he managed to mumble out, curiously through faint moans that escaped his mouth.

"Don't think that will make everything better, it won't make me let you go yet." he assured her as his thrusts became even more rough, deeper and faster. He began going at the tight little women as fast as he could, digging in until only a little bit of his dick remained outside of her little pussy as he thrust deep inside. His face moved closer as he planted a slobbery, wet kiss and used his tongue against her's forcefully as the camera zoomed watched closely, getting it all on tape.
 
"I said I'm sorry." She repeated, voice even softer than before. "I didn't expect it to make it better." Her face was still hidden, though his lips managed to find hers. Eyes were clutched tightly beneath her arm, as if being blind to everything would somehow make it go away or just a nightmare from which she could wake.

Rachel felt vulnerable and young beneath him, her body and mind both at the mercy of someone seeking vengeance on her from an event in which she had no control. She knew what would happen next: he'd send the tape of his lewdness to Daddy and completely destroy the man. Would he even still want her when this. . . rapist, this man who had been so gentle in the beginning, was done with her?

There was nothing she could -or would- do to help this stranger now. Perhaps if he hadn't gone this far, she could have saved him, but not now. She wasn't strong enough to fight him, even though she had tried. She felt him becoming hasty and rough in his movements, causing sharp pains to race through her entirety. Cries escaped her lips, teeth once more chewing on her lip to try to stifle them.
 
With the last few thrusts, he developed more speed and strength as he reached his climax. His white goo rushed down the erect cock and straight into the girl's virginal womb. There was a fair amount, and some leaked out of her onto the floor as soon as he pulled out. Soft moans escaped his body as this all happened, he closed his eyes for a second before sitting up above her. "Didn't that feel good?" he asked her with a bit of a joke as his hand reached down to play with her hardened nipples. He pinched gently, playfully at them as he looked down, almost like he was staring through the girl's arm and into there beautiful little eyes. "You liked it, didn't you?" he repeated as he pinched pleasurably at her nipple now.
 
Even without looking at him, she could tell he was coming close to reaching his climax soon. As the warmth of his seed flooded her internal walls, she clenched her eyes shut to stop the tears that would not cease in falling. To know that part the proof of his pleasure was lingering within her body made her sick, her stomach churning with nausea.

When he finally pulled himself off of her, she felt free for a moment, though she was still a prisoner in his apartment. He mocked her again, poked fun at her with the pride of what he had done. And when she thought he couldn't get any worse, he had the audacity to inquire as to if she liked it. Arm moved away, falling to the ground to help push herself into a sitting position. She felt his fingers pinching at her nipples, but the fire in her tear-stained green eyes showed she didn't care. She wouldn't touch him, though she wanted to rip his head from his shoulders. "Did I like it?" She spat, dirty blond hair falling into her face. "Would you like it if some stranger forced himself on you and hurt you even though you begged him not to? Well, you'll soon find out when you go to prison!"

It was those words that pushed her over the edge, both hands coming to cup over her face as she sobbed uncontrollably into them. Her body shook violently from head to toe, knees coming up to press to her chest as if to secure herself from him.
 
"Come on baby, you know you liked it at least a little bit." he said with a laugh as he stood to his feet and looked around the room with his manhood still hung out of the jeans ever so casually. "Well, I'm hungry. Do you want something to eat?" he asked, staring her down as the camera was turned off and tucked into his pocket as he made his way towards the kitchen. His manhood was also tucked into his pats as he pulled open the fridge door and his head was stuck inside, to reveal an almost empty fridge. "Hmm." the sound escaped his mouth as he pulled open the bottom compartment and pulled out a little red apple. But as he stood up, he seen her sitting there hugging herself.

Sure the man felt bad for the poor girl, but he wouldn't be able to show his weakness anymore, that he knew. "Don't feel bad, your pussy felt great." escaped his mouth as he took a seat back up on the couch infront of her.

[Sorry, it's not very good. :S]
 
Rachel hated this sick, sadistic freak that had abducted her from the perfect world she lived in. He'd robbed her of the innocence that made her who she was, snatching away her identity like it was nothing more than paper dreams. Somehow, she was able to control the audible cries, her chest heaving in silence now. She pulled her flushed face from her knees, looking up at him with disbelief. Of course she had no appetite, though his decency in offering seemed out of character for a kidnapper.

Eyes followed him, ears catching every crude remark he made. She didn't know what to do so she remained huddled on his floor, arms trying to cover up her nakedness. Fingers came to the gold necklace pressed against her chest, the etched words feeling as though they may burn through her skin. She looked around his apartment, noticing how rundown the place seemed to be. He didn't know her, nor did he understand how much of a heart the seemingly spoiled princess had. If she hadn't been ravaged and abused by him, she would have felt sorry for him.

"C-can I go home now? Please? You have your video. . . what more could you need from me?" She asked as nicely as she could, her voice shaking.
 
Through the sounds of his bites and the crunching of the shiny red apple, he looked down at her in a very monotone voice he said "No, I'm sorry but I can't let you go home. Not yet...". The words were barely audible and adrenalin was pumping through his veins like he had never experienced before. After looking around the dark apartment for several minutes, his eyes turned to the clock mounted high on the apartment walls, it was well after midnight and the room was dark. "You will sleep in the spare room, tied up so that you do not escape." his words were almost angry, scared or some other emotion he could not exactly pinpoint at the time of the event. His mind was left wandering his current condition, circumstance and situation.

Although he wasn't exactly a smart man, he wasn't stupid either and wasn't raised in a rich home. Many of the kids he knew as a child were now in prison, or even dead from stupid things they've done. Thoughts went through his mind, thoughts of what he should do next, which was a complete mystery to him. At first he thought he should knock her out and leave her in the middle of the woods somewhere, then he thought of dumping her in the next state, several small plans ran through his head ranging from innocently dropping her off at her home then taking off too well, killing her. Even though he wasn't completely sure of what his next move was, he knew he would have to play it smart. He could either make more videos, kill her, drop her off somewhere or just keep her around the house... what to do what to do...?
 
She hadn't expected him to actually agree to letting her go, but her heart dropped in her chest just the same. His last words, "not yet", seemed hopeful and in her situation, hope was all she had to cling to. Rachel wanted to fight him, but she would cause no more trouble for the night. If he was going to tie her up and keep her, she had no choice but to comply for the moment. Who knew what would happen if she didn't. . .

The two of them sat in mostly silence, except for the sounds of his teeth biting into the juicy fruit. Her swollen red eyes observed him, taking note of every mannerism he executed. Of the two, she knew she was definitely the more intelligent, which was the only advantage she had. There was a crazed look in his eye that told her to keep her composure. She wouldn't push him in asking to go home as that may provoke him. The teenager knew that the outcome of this situation could be the loss of her life, but when that time came, she would stand up to him. For now, though, she would further her survival by being complacent.

No matter how calm she tried to portray herself, the truth was she was terrified beyond belief. The vital organ beneath her ribcage thumped so harshly against her chest walls that she actually feared it may break free from her bones. There was a sheen of perspiration glistening on her body, yet she trembled from the cold. Her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around herself that the circulation was affected, tainting her skin a light purple hue. She rocked back and forth slightly, a song silently playing in her head. "M-maybe if you t-tell me what you're going to do to me, it won't be so bad. You know, if I'm prepared." She whispered, chin coming to a rest on her folded arms.
 
With a sigh and a groan, the man stared the girl down. He could tell that she was scared and cold, maybe that was a good thing and maybe it wasn't. He'd only ever seen it in movies, and in the movies the bad guy always got caught and sent to jail or even killed at the end. The thought of being sent to prison sent a chill down his spine, he would be placed in a situation much like he had placed the girl in, which doesn't seem like a very comforting situation to be in judging by her current stance. "Well, I'm just going to make some more videos. Then put them on the internet, and make sure that your father gets them... watches them and is crushed." he told her in a very calm voice as he passed what was left of the apple down to the girl in case she was hungry. "Would you like a bite?" he asked her the apple left his hand and was dropped down by her feet on the carpet, not caring much if she would take the apple or not.
 
They'd have no way of knowing that both of them were contemplating the same ideas. He seemed too impulsive, which was far more dangerous than someone who spent countless hours executing the perfect plan. She knew that he wasn't the type to want to be imprisoned, which eliminated the only option for him in which they both were safe. Rachel had a good idea of where they were, which put more pressure on him because if he slipped up for even one moment, she would have the chance to tell someone where she was. Ultimately, she could see only two outcomes: either she was freed in a situation that ended his life or the blood shed would be hers and he no one would ever suspect him. The thought brought more tears to her eyes, though she tried hard not to let them fall.

Rachel had a reputation that was important to her. She was rich, beautiful, smart, talented, and considered a relatively good girl. She was popular and loved by all, respected because she didn't rub her wealth into the faces of other people. The humiliation of those videos were condemning, unbearable even. In some ways, she would rather face death than have to spend the rest of her life knowing what this man had taken away from her. Pride was her obvious fault, but it was something directly inherited from her father. The man didn't understand how devastating what he was doing was to her, the only innocent in the situation. "If that is your choice in vengeance, you picked it well. I'm not sure he'll even want me back after this." She held her breath, looking up at him. It wasn't fair that she was paying for her father's mistakes, but she would handle it the best to her ability.

When the apple fell, she watched in silence as it thumped to the floor. Eyes shifted from the fruit to her clothes on the floor. "Could I please get dressed now?"
 
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