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Innocence? [Tyr x Gondolina]

Still he continued to approach as the girl realized that her options for escape were few and far between. The tears running down her cheek did little to instill sympathy for her in Marcus. His need to take and his need to have her far outweighed any possibility of compassion for her.

That’s better; I was hoping we could get to know each other better.

The tone was so cold and controlled as he kept advancing on her position. His hand out as if in a gesture of assistance, but his eyes so cold in comparison to the smile on his face. Marcus continued to watch the girl, ready to move if she again tried to escape. Both eyes trace the contours of her chest, under the white blouse.
 
The tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, Yvette shook her head slowly, her mind a mess of fear and panic. She felt as if she faced a madman, one intent on toying with her as long as he could before he zoomed in for the kill. A vicious predator only prolonging her suffering with the deliberate suspense. Though she could still run along the wall to the other end of the wall, Yvette found it completely pointless. He'd still have her eventually. Marcus was slowly striding his way in her direction, as if taking his own sweet time, knowing just how trapped she was. The hopelessness of her situation only broke her down even more.

Kill me, mutilate me if you want, just do it fast.
 
The girl’s pleading giving a clear indication that she felt her death was imminent, which of course it wasn’t. Marcus had far different plans for the young girl, and not a single one involved death, mutilation or dismemberment. His pace slows as he gets closer and closer to the frightened girl, a sick and twisted smile still plastered across his face. The eyes that had being staring at the while blouse, now continue lower, taking in the curves that filled the pair of shorts very nicely. Now he was not hiding his lust filled glare, as they examined her with anything but appropriate thoughts.

Don’t worry girl, I have no intention of killing or mutilating you. No I think were going to become very close.

Raising his hand he starts reaching out to her, his intent to cup the side of her face with the hand. Now that the distance was less than a few feet, he was ready to pounce if she made any attempt to escape.
 
Through her tears, Yvette could see the way Marcus was looking at her up and down. She suddenly felt exposed, her skin tingling as if his gaze physically brushed against it. This discovered, coupled with his following sentence, suddenly clicked together in Yvette's mind and she realised what Marcus had in mind for her. For some reason, the possibility of rape had never occured to her, and now that it did, she found herself less prepared for this outcome than she had been for something like murder. He was not even a few feet away from her now, and she knew that any escape attempt that she even thought of making would not only fail spectacularly, but might also instigate him to do even more horrible things to her in a pique of anger.

Yvette's blood ran cold as she stood as if rooted to the ground, unable to stop sobbing as she felt Marcus's fingers touched the side of her face. His hand was large, and warm, but it did nothing to comfort her. She didn't want to lose her virginity like this, but a sense of such complete hopelessness overwhelmed her such that she could not even move to defend herself.
 
She never moved from the spot she stood in, like the deer about to be run over by the truck, her eyes wide and filled with terror as he drew near. The girl never flinched just standing completely still as he caressed the side of her face, now that he stood in front of her, gazing down at her slight form, he just continued smiling. With her option limited, his other hand comes over to her shoulder opposite the cheek he was caressing, and touches it briefly.

See I’m not some psycho killer or mass murderer. I find you very attractive, and think we would have a lot of fun together.

The hand on her shoulder obviously invading her private space slides down the front of her white blouse, trailing its way between her two lovely breasts. If she were to attempt any escape or resistance, the hand on her face ready to grab her forcefully by the hair. Now that he was so close, he could smell that she had a pleasant aroma about her, probably in contract to the perspiration of his recent workout. First between the breasts, then lightly over them his hand begins it exploration of her young body.
 
Yvette shivered as she felt Marcus's fingers brush softly against her. Even through her clothes, Yvette already felt violated as he began to run his fingers down her chest, through her cleavage. She was still frozen in terror, anticipating what he would do next. She felt his hand at her cheek caressing softly, though she felt strangely threatened by its position, as if he poised it such that she would come easily under his grasp should she attempt to wrestle away from him.

Just - please don't hurt me.
 
Oh darling, I can’t tell you there won’t be some pain, but take my word for it, there will be far more pleasure.

The hand continues its exploration of her chest, kneading the tender breast through the fabric of her blouse. Her breasts so firm, an obvious advantage of youth, his experienced hand massaging and playing with them as he does everything without asking. The more she just stands still, the more he intrudes, teasing her nibbles through the thin material.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Still standing over her, the voice is calm and collected, in the same tone as when then first met, and yet the situation totally different, as he violated her. The hand still rubbed the side of her head, ready to grab a wad of hair, if she tried to escape.
 
Yvette felt a mixture of disgust and repulsion as Marcus's hand played with her body in a way that she would have never allowed if she still had the choice to reject. She thought about her unsuspecting parents and a streak of resentment crossed her mind, resentment for sending her into such a dire situation.

No, I do not.

She noticed that her nipples had turned hard by her natural reaction from his teasing and was ashamed of herself. Her voice was cold as she spoke to him, not even daring to imagine what else he had in mind. She hoped that whatever it is, it'd be quick and she'd be let off fast.
 
Marcus continues to play with perky breast of the young girl as she stands there in some sort of shock. His experienced hand gives the firm mound no mercy as he explores her body. The tone never changing, the questions continue.

Have you every felt the pleasures of a man’s touch little girl?

The face so close she can feel his hot breath as the question is asked. Marcus wanted the young thing so badly, to feel her squeal and yell on his length even now growing in his pants. Even though she was young, she exuded a natural sexiness that made her so hot. She was going to prove he hope to be a very nice distraction.
 
Marcus's squeezing turned painful as he exerted more and more force into kneading her young, tender, full breasts. From the force he used, it was obvious that he cared not a whit for how she felt, and whether it was painful or not for her. From the corner of her eye, Yvette could see a growing bulge in Marcus's pants and her blood ran cold yet again. She wasn't fool enough to not know what was going on, and she dreaded it to no ends.

N-no, I haven't.

Yvette cursed her timidity. She wanted to hiss at him, break away from him, but she could not find the courage nor the strength to do so. His treatment was relatively mild now precisely because she had not been rebellious. And yet - was she to go down without a fight? She noted that Marcus's hands were still placed strategicially such that he could enjoy exploring her body and yet know that grabbing her face or hair would not be an issue to him should she attempt to escape.

Please just get this over and done with. Yvette sighed.
 
Sure, I’m nothing but a gentleman, and if the girl wishes some relief, than who am I to argue.

The hand that was aggressively playing with her nipple through the fabric just slides lower at her behest. The girl's words of course were words of submission, but did she really know what was in store for her. The tight set of denim jeans that clung to her young body, felt rough beneath his fingers as his hand slid between her legs. Rubbing the coarse fabric, he presses it against her sex. The other hand playfully entwines itself in her hair, as he expected that her tranquil and quiet persona to change at some point.

How tragic that a girl as beautiful as you has not experienced the pleasure of a man’s touch. Were you just afraid of what would happen if you let a man touch you?

Their bodies are touching as his hand continues to rub her jeans against her heat, the whole encounter intoxicating for Marcus. The girl was so fresh, so clean, and if his guess was right, a very good fuck. Still it had to be on his terms, not anyone else, which made it a little more difficult.

The corner she’d fled to was still a few feet away, so as he plays with her, he begins to move her closer and closer to the wall. For it would offer him more opportunity to enjoy her without the need for a chase and free up a hand or two.
 
Marcus's fingers seemed to fly downwards from her chest to her private and sensitive regions. Her thighs spasmed as Marcus began to violate her sensitive womanhood which even she herself did not touch much with the same roughness as he had with her breasts. As he did, Yvette could feel him pushing her slowly towards the wall, putting her further into his control - not that he needed to. At first, Marcus's rubbing only served to make her feel disgusted and violated, but soon, Yvette began to feel some response in her body to the stimulation. Her thigh muscles were clenching, as if attempting to trap Marcus's fingers, pressing them closer against her core.

No, Yvette could hardly breathe, her mind whirling and unsure what was going on. I didn't think that I was ready to move on to such a stage.

The rubbing of his fingers had now turned from repulsive to downright pleasurable. Yvette felt as if she didn't want him to stop, though she felt ashamed that she should be craving a sensation that she experienced during what was supposed to be a rape.
 
Marcus continued to maneuver her till her back came in contact with the cold concrete wall. The whole time his fingers continued their manipulation of her body as he watches her reaction, amused by the look of confusion and disbelief he saw. Her legs came together to squeeze his hand, and obviously to dissuade him from his intrusion. Withdrawing his hand briefly, he spins her around so her chest becomes pressed against the smooth hard surface of the wall. His own legs move between hers, and begin to spread them wider. One arm across the back of her neck, pinning her to the wall.

I think your ready; in fact I think your more than ready.

The other hand that once nestled between her legs, now starts low on the back of her leg and begins to rise moving ever closer to the joining of her legs.

Haven't you wanted to know what it all feels like?
 
Yvette felt the rubbing stop and a momentary surge of disappointment alarmed her. Marcus roughly spun her around and pinned her onto the wall once more, backfacing him. His legs edged between hers, acting as a leverage to spread them open. An agonising mixture of yearning anticipation and violent repulsion was coursing through her frazzled brain, its only outlet in the tears that had begun to stream down her cheeks once more. She shook her head in answer to his question, wanting everything to stop, not knowing what to do, or how to feel.

No! she screamed, though she made no effort to push him away, or get out of the situation. Yvette wasn't sure if this lack of effort stemmed from her knowing that it would only get her into more trouble with him, who obviously had the upper hand at the moment, or from an innate guilty desire for him to continue what he was doing. In a softer, more pathetic voice, she whimpered, Stop it...
 
Tears and a good scream followed the whimpering only made Marcus happier. The yell echoed around the high ceiling as he continued to play with her body. Her verbal protest in no way slowed or made him hesitate in what he had planned. Her yell just added to the ambiance and made the whole encounter more exciting for Marcus. No one could hear her, he knew it, and best of all she knew it. She was completely alone, vulnerable her fear was palatable, and for Marcus it exquisitely exciting.

With her legs spread, the hand still rose higher and higher, till it traversed it way over her sex and onto her ass cheek. Marcus kneads the firm cheek of her ass; it again slides its way down the crack of her ass, and between her legs. The fingers and hand curl so that sufficient pressure of fabric against flesh. Now with her pressed against the concrete wall, he head leans in as she demands him to stop.

Oh I don’t think you want me to stop. I know your type, you yell, scream, and protest, so you don’t have to take responsibility for your actions. You can’t be blamed, its not your fault, he made me do it.

Their bodies pressed together, she against the wall, and now he was whispering into her ear, as the hand continued to rub between her legs. By using his body to hold her in position, his other hand begins to gently pull her hair aside, so he can see her ear and neck. Every move compounded her helplessness and his total control of the situation.
 
Yvette could feel her flesh quivering as his harsh fingers grabbed mercilessly at her most private areas, as they clenched in sensitive response. But in truth, his words cut her more than any of the rough brutalities that he might be inflicting on her at the moment. She didn't want to know them to be true, but some part of her could not help acknowledging it. His hand was now kneading her buttcheeks fiercely, almost painfully. She could only lean against the wall helplessly, her body swaying in a rhythmic motion as he dominated her body.

His fingers slide down the crack of her ass and Yvette was alarmed to feel a jolt of sexual pleasure. When his fingers found their way to her sex, he made a grab, forcing the crotch of her shorts to rub against her core, before continuing his rubbing. This time, the jolts of pleasure was coming in fast and furious. Marcus's harsh but innately true claims about her secret desires had helped to loosen her up. Yvette felt her head lolling back slowly, her eyes shut tightly as moans began to escape her throat. She found herself beginning to lose her inhibitions, her brain overwhelmed with the amount of strange new sensations coming in.
 
The hand continues to reach between the cheeks of her ass and rub her pussy aggressively. Marcus expertly used her body, never asking permission, never relenting. He simply took what he wanted.

You’re just a pent up little package aren’t you?

The words are warm breaths against her exposed neck. Much like a vampire you see in movies, his mouth opens and begins to suckle on her neck, the tongue moving across her fair skin. Little shifts of their bodies continued, as her body was pressed against the wall, his molding to hers.

So sad all of the sexual energy and desires, and you can’t let anyone know. Someone might find out who you really are, what you really are?

The lips return to the neck working their way higher, till he reaches her ear where his lips and tongue play with it. His words now just soft whispers, as if they are sharing some deep dark secret.
 
Yvette felt as if every bit of her previous inhibitions and restrictions were melting away at an alarming rate, but she had no more effort left to salvage what dignity she had left. She knew she wanted it deep down inside, though her upbringing had made her think otherwise. Every pulse of pleasure that was coming from the rubbing that Marcus was inflicting upon her sex seemed to bring her to heaven and back. She felt the wetness of his mouth on her neck, the softness of his lips playing with the sensitivity of the nape of her neck. He was whispering words to her, words that seemed to heighten her arousal further. Now the softness was suckling on the lobe of her ear, and Yvette felt as if she could cry from the intensity of the sensations that was dominating her rationality so completely.

I've a feeling you're going to... Yvette could barely manage to whisper in response to Marcus's statement, breaking through from her increasingly louder moans. She did not even open her eyes, her head still bent at an angle to grant him access to her neck should he wish to return there. She noticed her hips had begun make a slow rhythmic thrusting motion, rubbing it further against Marcus's working hands and fingers, increasing her pleasure.
 
The girl was making no real effort to escape, no matter what her verbal protest may have been. Now the soft whimpering moans and small accommodating movements of her hips let Marcus know that she was becoming less of a victim by the minute. He’d seen this type of girl/women so many times before, prim and proper, the reality of what was underneath was far different.

Letting up the pressure just a small amount he with draws his hand from the crack of her ass, and slips it around to the front of her shorts. While he suckles on her earlobe, and runs his tongue curving lines of her ear, his hand slips into the front of her shorts, the fingers delving deeper down in the tight confines of her shorts. There was no effort to conceal or delay what they wanted. Soon they would determine just what her mood was.

You have a feeling I’m going to what?

The voice was challenging, demanding and most of all commanding as he confronts her incomplete statement. In truth there were many things he was going to do, and if he did them right it might just work out to his favor. The girl had potential, but only time would tell if she had everything he wanted.
 
Find out who I really am... Yvette whispered and gasped as she felt his hand slide around her shorts into the front, digging deep into them and finally making contact with her virgin pussy. Even the slightest touch there stimulated her beyond belief. She moaned despite herself. Her legs, almost as if beyond her control, began to widen themselves, giving him more access.

Feeling his lips on her neck and ears was just heavenly. Her entire body ached for more, as it reacted in the way it should from so much sexual stimulation. She wanted him so badly, but yet she was still scared of what pain may lie ahead of her.
 
Still pressing her against the wall, his hand slid deep into her shorts. There the fingers expertly began to administrate pleasure on her young body. The whisper and moans slipping from her mouth amused him. How many woman, felt dirty or unclean about the thoughts and feeling they got from their bodies. How often had they been taught that enjoying oneself was wrong, that they should save themselves for a certain man? What hogwash he thought as his fingers delved deeper and deeper into the soft folds of flesh. His fingers would soon find the elusive little nub buried in the petals of her pussy.

Who are you? I think you are a woman, a woman who wants a man so bad, that you can’t help yourself. Does is ached? Does the need burn in you for a real man?

The worlds spoken as his fingers attempt to force another answer from her. The voice that Marcus used was still strong and firm, as he gave her no indication that she had any possibility of escape.
 
As his fingers began to work faster, Yvette's moans turned into whimpers. She felt like her entire body was being overwhelmed by the sensations that was shooting out like fire in her veins. The sensations burned up suddenly as his fingers found their target, and Yvette gasped again, now clawing the walls in an attempt to look for something to grab, to steady herself, but there was none. Her nails scratched the tiled walls as she her entire body began moving as if beyond her control. Her hips rhythmically thrusting, wet juices seeping out from her nether regions and her legs feeling immobile and almost paralysed.

It hurts, it hurts... whimpered Yvette, her face screwed up in an expression of pain, though of course, what she was mistaking for pain was just in fact, the joys of such intense stimulation. She occasionally gasped every time his fingers forced their way even deeper into her pussy. She was so overcome by sensations that she could barely think of anything else, like how she was being violated against her "will" by a strange man she barely knew, and how trapped and helpless she was in this room of his. What had happened just a few minutes ago seemed like ages, and all she could think about now was reaching a certain point she didn't know how to get to.
 
Marcus enjoys her struggle and discomfort, as she whimpered and pleaded it hurt. He suspected the hurt she proclaimed had little to do with pain, but had something to do with how her body was reacting to his attention. She was such a young and naiveté girl, and for him yet so sexually enthralling. Untainted and hopefully uncorrupted by the moral and social stigma that society placed on sex. No one was free from it, and being so young, he hoped he could guide her past those hurdles and show her what was possible. So many women rejected their femininity and instead tried to embrace their equality, a thing that was as futile as touching rainbows. Men and women were equal in many ways and yet different in so many others. The fingers continued to play her pussy, rubbing her with ever growing intensity.

Of course it hurts, because you’re fighting it, your resisting what your body wants. Let go, give in, and let me show you what you have been missing.

The words a hot breath slides over her ear as he answers her pleading. The quivers and shakes he felt beneath his body only encourage him to continue.

Spread your legs a little bit open yourself up for me and I’ll make the hurt go away.

With clear confidence he commanded her to give him easier access, as if she was a willing participant in this act.
 
Yvette didn't want to hear what he had to say but found that she had no choice as he whispered them in hot breaths in her ear. She didn't want to let go, because letting go was a form of surrender, to her. She felt that if she let go now, she'd be dragged into a place where she would no longer be able to crawl out from, a place whose only form of imprisonment was that of the mind - where its inhabitants no longer even wanted to escape anymore. Yvette didn't want to go to that place, but yet she could feel herself slipping faster by the minute. Her own body was turning traitor, joining sides with the man, wanting it.

She only managed to hold on for a few more moments before Yvette lost it. She didn't even realised that the lower half of her body had been so tense, every muscle contracted, until she finally relaxed and let go. Amazingly, Marcus had been right. The moment she let go, the pain or what she perceived to be pain significantly reduced, and what was left of it gave her more pleasure than discomfort. She obediently spread her legs wider as the pleasurable sensations built up overwhelmingly in her. She was panting heavily now, her arms grabbing hold of Marcus's biceps as she felt a strong need for more.
 
Marcus didn’t chuckle or laugh at the girl’s compliance; he just took the moment to enjoy it, and appreciate what she was giving him. For Marcus wanted a woman, one that was not afraid to be a woman, one that wasn’t afraid to give in to her urges and accept them. She was young yes, and yet this girl seemed to have far more to offer than did so many of the other women than passed through his house and bed. So Marcus took a moment to take pleasure in her submission to his will.

Not that he gave her even the smallest indication of what his thoughts were, his fingers continued to masterfully play her body as her legs spread and she opened herself up to his intrusion. The hands that grabbed and held him were noted, and nothing said for he want her to look to him for support. She was going to be his mind, body and soul, if he had anything to say about it. At this moment he was working towards his goal with her young nubile body trying to make it his.

Good see, that wasn’t hard, was it?

One hand reaching around and groping one her tits through the shirt as the other hand continues its efforts never letting up. He wanted to make her body need his, to desire more and more.

That’s it baby; show me who you really are. Don’t be afraid, I like what I’m seeing.

His body still pressed against her, his arousal rubbing against her as she moved and squirmed, Marcus made no attempt to take it beyond what he was doing. For in the end he knew there must be a willingness for true submission. All would come in time, for now he was pleased with her initial response.
 
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