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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #15 on: April 05, 2015, 09:58:39 PM »
Part Twelve


All this time I thought I was doing so well, compartmentalizing everything that has happened to me, but I lose it the moment I’m in the room with these nine men. Taking in everything and actually seeing myself getting raped on the large screen tv with surround sound makes it real. Until now I could pretend it never happened or push it out of my memory, at least until I was having a particularly dark day or it happened again, but still. I was able to go on in school. Maybe my grades faltered a little bit, but not terribly. Teachers and friends called it “senioritis” and I just never corrected them.

They press pause on the tv and Colton pulls me back up to my feet, clenching my arms tight so I can’t get loose. My brother, Jason, is starting to walk toward me and I’m squirming, doing just about everything I can to get out of Colton's grasp. My brother scares me the most out of anyone here with his quick temper and Jekyll and Hyde character. He is clearly the one in charge with Ryan a close second. All eyes are on me and I wish I had the ability to disappear. I’d be anywhere. Maybe on a mountain top somewhere or near the ocean...

“Lily! Welcome to your party!” He reaches out his hand and gently caresses my cheek as he comes in close to whisper in my ear. “You better be on your best behavior, little girl. If you ruin this for me, I will kill you.” Upon saying this, he brings his head around to face mine and stares into my eyes so that I know just how serious he is - cold, hard, soulless eyes - before kissing me “lovingly” on the forehead and walking toward the other men. “Gentlemen, you’ve been watching Lily for a while now. There are two more men to go, including myself after Jimmy here, but I wanted to acknowledge our guest of honor.” He’s on show. He has that tone. He’s performing for these four other men, trying to sell... something... I don’t know what, but I don’t like how he winked at me when he said “guest of honor”. And with that, they press play on the movie and I can hear my own screams and cries again. It’s almost too overwhelming. My heart is breaking and I just want to crumple up on the floor and die.

Jason comes to me again, “Come here, Lily. Come with me.” He takes me by the hand and Colton lets go of my arms. I’m led over to a part of the sectional facing the television to a space next to Ryan. Jason seats me down between the two of them and they each have a hand on my thigh. Ryan’s hand is making its way up to my crotch and is lightly stroking me there with his pinky finger. I’m doing my best to block out everything around me by focusing my attention on a spec on the floor.

It feels like time is going by so slowly. I can’t decide if I wish this was over, thereby coming to the part where I’m sure will include some kind of hands on activity. Or do I want this video to continue on? This video that I’m finding incredibly mortifying and damaging to my soul as I watch my own gang rape. Jason is now on the screen and he leans in to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. “My favorite part is coming up. The part where you realize why I’m really there.” I can hear his huge smile in his voice even though my eyes are closed.

I never noticed a camera. It looks like it had to have been set up on a tripod or shelf. “I didn’t know you guys were videotaping this night.

“Well, you were preoccupied. There’s a lot you don’t know.”

I don’t even wish to begin to decipher what he means by that. Finally I hear them leaving my room and the camera clicking off. I look up and see that the screen is blue and everyone is cheering and clapping. Even Jimmy stands up and yells encore. What a dick.

Jason stands up to address the room. “Well, you might get your encore, Jimmy! Gentlemen, I bring you here for a special event. A one time only event. A night to remember.” His salesman voice is on strong. The pitch is thick with charm, pausing at all the right spots to create drama and interest. “It’s simple. Donate $500 to my cause and you get a chance to win the rest of the night with my sister. If you donate $1000, I’ll let you stay through Sunday.” Again he winks at me. My mouth is wide open. I’m in shock. He’s pimping me?!! Probably to help pay off his gambling debt. I can’t believe this. I’m looking around the dark room and can’t see any faces very well from where I am, but I can tell the four other guys are all different ages and sizes. One even looks like a teacher I had last year. “Colton, why don’t you and Steve escort Lily to the guest suite on the east end of the estate and wait for my call with further instructions.”

They turn the lights up as I leave and I see him exchanging cash for a slip of paper that is then put in a vase. So they’re having a drawing?? Like a raffle? What about me? What about my say??

Colton and Steve push and prod me down the hallway. When we enter the suite I see they’ve been redecorating. There’s nothing at all that could be used as a weapon. There’s hand cuffs attached to each post on the bed. They push me onto the bed and hover. Waiting. We wait for what feels like forever, but was probably closer to 5-10 minutes. There’s no clock. All of the windows have curtains that are completely pulled shut; only a single skylight above the bed that tells you what time of day it is by the kind of light it lets in. At the moment it is very dark. Colton’s phone rings... “Uh huh... Uh huh... Yep... Got it.”

Colton comes toward me across the room and my instinct is to scramble away from him to the other side of the bed. Steve is right there to block my escape. “No! Colton! Don’t do this! Why??!!” Neither one of them says a thing, just does their job. Colton takes one of the handcuffs off a post and sticks it in his pocket as he climbs onto the bed, making his way toward me. Again, he’s just too big to fight. In no time he’s got me on my stomach with my hands pulled behind my back, securing them with the handcuffs. He then slaps me on the ass and turns me over so I’m on my back. They both leave the room chuckling to themselves. Not even 30 seconds later and I here a little knock on the door before it slowly opens and a middle aged man enters. I know him.

“Mr. Buckner??!” He was my social studies teacher last year. I’m sitting up in the middle of the bed, searching him for an explanation. Tears are beginning to form as I realize I’ve just been sold for sex to my former teacher.

“I’m sorry Lily, I honestly didn’t realize it was you.”

“That’s bullshit!” Screaming through my tears. “If you knew my brother’s whole name and you knew the girl you were watching is named Lily, then you had to know it was me!”

He’s standing at the end of the bed, just staring at me. I can see the hunger in his eyes, but I can also see that he’s distraught by this. He’s unbuttoning his shirt and flicking off his shoes. I continue as he starts to crawl onto the bed, “But wait! It’s not like you have to do this! You don’t have to play the game. You don’t have to accept me even though you won the drawing. Mr. Buckner, please! You don’t have to go through with this now!”

“But I do, Lily. I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me one day.”

He’s crying! This “man” is crying! He’s the one doing this and he’s the one with the ability to end this. I have no pity for him, nor will I ever be able to forgive him. Ever. I am absolutely panicked. I’m sure I’d be panicked regardless, but somehow this feels worse because I know him. A trusted teacher from my school!

I’m scooting backwards on the bed, trying to get away from him, shouting questions at him. “How do you know my brother? When did you learn about this? HOW did you learn about this?!

“Sssshhhh... I promise I’ll be gentle.”


To be continued.
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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #16 on: April 05, 2015, 10:05:40 PM »
Part Thirteen


Mr. Buckner moves in closer to me, his eyes wet and looking sad, even guilty. I’ve never really noticed him before. His salt and pepper hair, smooth skin, hazel eyes, average build. I think I always thought he was much older than he really is because of the graying hair, but from this close he looks younger. Maybe 40‘s. The tears in his eyes, the obvious inner war, makes it seem like he doesn’t want to do this. Maybe I can still talk him out of it.

“Why are you doing this if you don’t want to?”

“Oh, but I do, Lily. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. You know, I have the perfect job. Around all of you young girls with taut bodies. Don’t think I never noticed you. I did. I even thought about you a couple times last week before your brother said anything.”

“I didn’t know you hung out with my brother.”

“Well, we have certain... interests... in common.”

Why are you crying, then?” I’m so confused.

“I just hate to see you in such pain. I want to make it better.”

He’s now right next to me. I’m trying to squirm away, swinging my legs to the edge of the bed as if I even have a chance with my hands cuffed behind my back. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me toward him.

Crying, I try to plead with him. “No, Mr. Buckner! Please don’t do this! You can make it better. You can stop this!”

“Sh sh sh sh ssshhhhhh...” He pulls me in real close on his lap and just holds me there on the bed. Cradles me in his arms while voicing soothing sounds. He helps me curl into a ball so that I’m cuddled into his chest. My head is under his chin. We’re rocking ever so slightly and I feel him petting my hair with one hand while he rubs my back over the top of my shirt with the other. Very paternal. My crying is starting to calm down a little. I’m still so confused at his behavior. I don’t understand what he’s doing. I start to fantasize that maybe he’s come tonight undercover, maybe he learned of this “raffle” and came to get me out of here, and in a second we’ll be climbing out the window and running for safety. I’m starting to relax now and my crying has stopped. A few more minutes pass with him just holding me and it’s starting to feel nice. His hand that was on my hair slides under my chin. He moves my head upward toward his and he begins to kiss me. I immediately tense up. I don’t know what to do. My teacher is kissing me!! When I don’t reciprocate he moves to my neck. I must have made a whimpering sound, because he moves to my ear and tells me to relax. I feel his other hand move up my back, under my shirt and feel for my bra strap, probably scoping out what kind of clasp I have. I can practically sense his thrill when he realizes it’s a clasp in the front. “We’re going to have a good time, Lily. I promise.”

I’m crying silently. Tears falling down my cheeks. How am I suppose to have a good time while my teacher is raping me?? Surely he must know this is against my will!! He lays me down, pulling my legs out straight so I fit in the middle of the bed. He takes the time to carefully put some pillows behind my head and back, which helps take the pressure off my cuffed wrists beneath me. He steps off the bed and I watch as he pulls his undershirt off over his head, then unbuckles his kaki pants, letting them fall to the ground completely before stepping out of them. He picks up all of his clothes and meticulously folds everything, then sets them in a neat pile on a chair near the door before adding his socks, followed by his navy blue boxers with the red pin stripe. He turns toward me, completely naked, and I see some movement in his penis. Not quite hard and erect yet, but getting there. He smiles at me, but not that toothy, evil grin I’m used to with my brother and his friends. No, his smile is almost... loving. He crawls onto the bed. I’m not fighting or trying to get away. I really don’t see the point. Where am I going to go with my wrists locked behind my back in handcuffs and the door locked? He crawls on the bed and makes his way toward me. His chest and stomach are quite hairy. Gray hair, too. Even his pubic hair is gray. Maybe he’s older than 40‘s after all. He climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. I want to say something, but I don’t know what.

Mr. Buckner’s eyes look kind, which I find confusing given the situation. I like the crows feet at the corners. Laugh lines. I remember he was a good teacher, always made things interesting because he was so passionate and excited over everything he talked about. And here he is on top of me, gently wiping my tears from my eyes. “Lily, I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. I won’t hurt you unless you make me.” There it is. Unless you make me. There’s the threat I’ve been waiting for. The thing that makes him just like the rest of them.

“Let’s see what we have here.” He starts to unbutton my blouse. I appreciate that he isn’t tearing it open, but rather, he’s taking the time to undo each button. He carefully opens my shirt the way one opens a birthday present that they’re savoring. “Mmmmmm,” he utters as he reveals my light pink bra with the lace around the edges. Biting his bottom lip, he slides his hands over my skin... my chest, over the top of my bra - I cringe as he briefly touches my breasts - working his way down to my stomach, slowly lowering until his hands find my jeans. He works on the belt, button and zipper, and pulls it down over my hips as he inches his own way lower on my legs. My own breathing is getting faster as I’m getting increasingly nervous with each item of clothing he strips away. My eyes are fastened on the ceiling, searching for something else to focus on to take me away from here.

I feel his hands on the tops of my feet, slowly dragging up my legs while he moves in between them. His hands are surprisingly soft as they glide over my calves, knees, thighs, hips, then back down again, this time replaced by his lips. This is foreplay! I’m certain of it! He’s doing foreplay on me! I am sickened as I feel his scratchy whiskers on my skin, little kisses up my leg, hesitating when he gets to the top. He kisses my mound over my panties and lingers there. I hear him take in a deep breath through his nose, then exhaling with the words, “Oooohhh... you smell so goood...” I grind my teeth together, and try to swallow a sob, but can’t and it comes out much louder than I ever intended.

“Ssshhhh... Lily, you’re ok,” he says again gently as he brings his face up to mine, supporting my head in his hands.

I’m pleading through my tears. “Please, I don’t want you to do this. I can’t take anymore. I can’t do this again.”

“Yes you can, Lily. You’re strong. And besides, have I hurt you yet?” He waits, as if I answered with a ‘no’. “That’s right. No, I haven’t. And I won’t. You just need to be a good girl and open yourself up to me. I will do my best to make this just as good for you as it is for me.”

He wipes away my tears with his thumbs and begins to kiss me on the lips again. “You need to kiss me back, though, sweetie.” He continues to kiss me and I refuse. “Lily, I paid good money for you. Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.” More kissing. I keep my lips pursed and my jaw clenched. He pulls back, looking at me, and swipes me hard across the face with his palm. “No empty threats around here, young lady. I will be even harder on the next slap if you make me.” I meet his gaze and swallow. His eyes are now very intense and I believe him. He lowers his lips onto mine and I kiss him back. I feel his hard dick rubbing against my hip. We make out for quite some time before he sits back up above me. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I figured it was a rhetorical question, but he asked again in a slightly more irritable tone, “Was it?”

I’m not stupid. I know what I’m suppose to say. I answer in a small voice. “No.”

“That’s right. No. It wasn’t.”

He pulls my blouse down more so that it’s completely off my torso and crumpled behind me by my handcuffs. His hands are back up on my shoulders and he fiddles playfully with my bra straps between his fingers before finally coming down to the front clasp, releasing my breasts to the cold air. I close my eyes as if I’m in pain, which I am. Emotional pain. Humiliated that another set of foreign eyes are on me again.

“Oh, Lily. They’re beautiful.”

He pulls my bra back and down to where the blouse is, gathered in a clump at my wrists. My entire upper body is now naked to him. His hands are instantly all over me. Touching, rubbing, squeezing, tweaking, kneading. Then his mouth. Sucking, kissing, nibbling, his tongue gliding over my nipples. My stomach is getting queazy with Mr. Buckner molesting me this way and I know it’s only going to get worse. He adjusts himself, mouth still on my chest, but now I feel his hand traveling down between my legs where it settles in amid my folds. I gasp loudly because it still always takes me by surprise, even though I know it’s coming. I try to clench my legs together, but he’s in the way.

“Just let go, baby. You like this.”

No, I don’t!!, I want to scream, but I hardly see the point. I only whimper as he buries his fingers uncomfortably deeper.

He’s growling seductively in my ear now. “You’re getting wet. I can feel it. I’m glad you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

But I’m not!! My body may be producing a lubricant, but that’s only because he’s digging around in there. It’s my body’s natural defense! How stupid can he be??

Suddenly he pulls my panties completely off. Everything had been happening so slowly, drawing out every moment until now, that I’m almost taken my surprise. I feel like it’s my last chance. I quickly blurt out, “Don’t!”, but it’s too late. Without anymore waiting, without any fanfare or announcement, he’s between my legs, pushing himself inside me. I hate that feeling. It always feels so tight. My head goes back and my eyes are closed. My jaw is clenched shut, trying to hold in every sound my vocal cords want to release. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

He’s going at a pretty fast clip. And steady! I’m hoping he doesn’t last too long and this will be over before I know it. His hands move up to hold my head so that we’re looking face to face. He tells me to open my eyes, that he wants me to look at him while we’re making love. Making love. The tears are flowing steady now and I can’t help, but openly cry before him. He’s getting that look on his face that I’ve come to recognize through experience and I can feel him picking up speed and intensity. With a loud, prolonged moan he releases his hot cum inside me. I feel his spasms as he pushes his last thrusts as deep as he can. He’s not using a condom. I know it.

I’m shaking, literally trembling. It’s happened again, and in my own home, too. After he takes a moment to catch his breath, he gets up and crosses the room to turn out the lights. He crawls back onto the bed and pulls me into him so that we’re both on our sides, face to face. His arms are around me and I’m stuck with my hands secured behind my back with nowhere to go. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, the bastard.

“You did such a good job. I’m proud of you”, he says, kissing me on the forehead and then the cheek, the nose, and finally the lips. “You know, I noticed you even before the crash, before I had you in class last year.” I tense up again. Really? He’s going to mention my parents’ death now?? “You were so sad when your parents died. I could see it on your face everyday for months on end. And then I had you in class, and all I could think about was how I just wanted to cuddle you and kiss you and make it all better.”

I begin to cry harder and he continues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up your parents after we made love like that.” I can’t believe this is happening. Of course he thinks I’m sad about my parents, and again with the making love! He hugs me tightly so that I’m nestled into his chest.

“Aaaahh...”, he sighs. “I could lay like this forever. My wife never wants to sleep in my arms. Go to sleep little girl. You’re safe with me tonight.”

I hate him.


To be continued.


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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #17 on: April 05, 2015, 10:12:48 PM »
Part Fourteen


He fell asleep long before I did. Still on my side facing him, my arm had fallen asleep and my wrists started to chafe and hurt. Yet every time I tried to move into a more comfortable position throughout the night, he just pulled me in closer to him as if I was a pillow or a doll that he was trying to hold close to his chest. I cried as quietly as I could, doing my best not to wake him, and ultimately cried myself to sleep just as I started to hear the first birds beginning to chirp.

I dreamt of being late for something important, but not being able to move. I hate those dreams. And no matter how hard I tried to get there, I couldn’t. Suddenly someone was coming. Somebody bad who I knew would do bad things to me, but I couldn’t get away. A faceless man. He was walking toward me, about to grab me and I wake up with a startle.  My eyes pop open and there he is, on his side, his face not even a foot away from mine, staring at me. Smiling. Mr. Buckner.

“Good morning, sunshine.” He takes his hand and tucks a few stray hairs behind my ear. “You are so beautiful when you sleep. So peaceful and sound. I didn’t want to wake you.”

I say nothing. I’m too frightened to move as I come more and more out of my morning fog, realizing that I’m naked, and so is he. The memories of last night flooding to the fore of my mind, now fully conscious of the fact that my teacher paid my brother so he could rape me and spend the night here! He inches himself closer to me and as he puts his arms around me, I can feel that he’s hard, poking into my leg. My heart is beating faster, hating that it’s touching me and hoping he doesn’t plan to do anything with it. He leans in to kiss me and I turn my head without even thinking, “No,” I say, trying to squirm away from him, but he pulls me in tighter. Gripping me much harder than he had last night. Everything accelerates quickly as I continue to struggle and he’s no longer gentle.

“No?!” His face changes. Confused and angry. Both emotions I’m not used to seeing on his face. I remember he had been stern with me last night when I didn’t kiss him back, but he didn’t get completely angry. In no time I am on my back and he is up on his knees, straddling one of my legs, his knee is nearly up between my legs, I can practically feel the heat emitting off his skin onto my folds. He slaps me hard across the face and grabs me by the neck. Hovering over me, I see his eyes are cold and furious as he begins, “Listen here, you little cunt...” I’m afraid of where this is going and before I even know what is happening, I wet myself. I empty my full, morning bladder on the bed and on his knee! My eyes are huge, and glistening with the tears of my fear and embarrassment, looking at him, practically holding my breath as I wait to see how he’ll react. I know he felt it because he looked down and let go of my neck the moment it happened. I start to cry as he touches the spot with his hand and smells it to confirm what in fact I just did.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it!”

He takes two fingers and rubs my wet pussy, making them slick with my own urine, before sticking them in my mouth. “You’re saying you didn’t mean to do this?” His face softens slightly. Something I wasn’t expecting. “You are just a little girl, aren’t you? A little babycunt. Well, come on, babycunt, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Chuckling, he helps me up, off of the bed and I can feel urine dripping down the inside of my leg. As I follow him to the bathroom I notice my bra and blouse that had gathered at my cuffs when I went to bed last night were no longer there. In fact I see all of my clothes folded and piled neatly on the chair next to the bathroom door. He must have somehow gotten my cuffs off while I was sleeping. Come to think of it, the cuffs themselves are a little looser, too. My wrists don’t hurt as much as they did before.

I’m standing on the rug in the middle of this huge bathroom that I’ve never used before. Eighteen years old and I don’t think I’ve ever stepped inside this room. It really is a beautiful room with the marble and white painted wood. Light and soothing, very spa like. My mother was a talented decorator and did the whole house herself. I miss her and often think about how everything would be different if she was still here.

Mr. Buckner turns on the shower and waits a moment while the water reaches a perfect temperature. He walks toward me and kisses each tear filled eye before kissing my mouth. This time I kiss back. I’m not stupid. I realize I have a choice. I can have the gentle Mr. Buckner or the angry, harsh Mr. Buckner.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Lily. We’re going to get you cleaned up and you’ll feel a lot better.” Bringing his face in closer, he whispers in my ear, “And I love that I made you wet in fear.”

His words send shivers down my back and he comments about getting me into the warm water. So unaware of how his words affect me. He has me step into the shower first. There’s more than enough room in here for the both of us. Even a little tile bench built into the far wall. The warm water feels so nice on my skin. I hadn’t realized just how cold I was until this water hit me, feeling like a soft hug. Without saying anything, Mr. Buckner runs his hands over my hair, making sure it gets entirely wet, then turns me around so that I’m forced to face him. He touches my cheek gently before running his hand under my chin to tilt my face upward to kiss him. This time it is a long, passionate kiss. My stomach is turning in knots as I kiss him back, hoping he knows I’m not really kissing him for real, that I have no feelings for him whatsoever, except for the feelings of disgust and loathe. He has to know that, right?

He breaks off the kiss and my head goes down in shame. And as I look down to the tile floor, I can’t help but see that he is still partially hard. He reaches for the soap and I can hear his hands rubbing together to create a nice lather. He turns me around so that I’m facing the wall and starts with my shoulders and arms, even taking the time to wash my hands and between each finger before washing my back. More lathering, and as he stands behind me I can feel his penis on my ass while he puts both hands around my neck. For a second I flinch and gasp, half expecting him to squeeze me there again, but instead he massages my collarbone, and then my chest, working his way down over my breasts. Kneading gently, and pinching my nipples softly. He turns me around so he can have a better look at what he’s doing, I’m sure. I stare straight ahead, looking right into his chest, trying to prepare myself for where his hands are going next.

“You have such soft skin,” he says as if he’s in awe while he lowers his hands to my stomach, then abs. He doesn’t go between my legs, though, not where I thought he was going to go. Rather, he reaches around to my ass, sliding the tips of his fingers between my cheeks, pressing a little firmer against my small, tight opening and slowing down every time he glides over that spot. I’m sure he can sense how tense I’m getting, but he doesn’t penetrate, and I’m relieved when he kneels down, moving onto my legs. I feel like he’s inspecting my body, taking everything in as he washes me, especially the way he goes so slowly.

Mr. Buckner finally makes his way to my most sensitive spot between my legs. I clench my teeth and close my eyes. He makes me spread my legs wider while he washes the outside first. After he’s done with the exterior, he starts to poke and prod and pull. In no time he’s got one finger inside me, then two, and then a painful three. I know this because he’s narrating everything he’s doing to me. I’m thankful my tears are hidden in the shower that is still spraying us overhead.

I sense him standing again and I can hear him lathering more suds between his hands. “Open your eyes, Lily. I want you to look at me.” I do as I’m told and watch him wile he rubs a bar of soap all over his body. But before too long, he is rubbing his big, fat cock between his hands. Massaging himself back to stiffness.

“What are you planning to do with that?”, I ask in a timid, shaky voice. Of course I already know the answer, but I ask anyway.

Grinning evilly, he answers, “What do you think I’m going to do with this? Or better yet, what do you want me to do with this?”

“I... I d-don’t want you to d-d-do anything with it.”

“Sweetie, we both know that isn’t any option.”

Grinning, he turns me around and pushes me face forward into the cold, glass shower wall. I’m pinned there, my stomach feeling nervous, knowing immediately what his intentions are. I can see myself in the mirror with my breasts smashed up against the glass, and worse yet, I can see him, how he’s enjoying the view of me in this position. “Spread your legs wide, Lily.” I don’t want to, but I do as I am told. My attention is on his face in the mirror. The look in his eyes is pure lust as he touches my shoulder and kisses my neck. I watch as he lines himself up to enter me from behind, gritting my teeth, preparing for the inevitable. The moment he enters me, I let out a single cry out of shock, but nothing more. His hands are now on either side of me, pinning me against the glass with his body as he thrusts himself in and out of me. Although he started out gentle, he’s starting to fuck me harder and harder. The force he’s using is beginning to hurt and I can’t help but make little noises with each thrust. I try holding my breath to make the sounds stop, for fear that he might interpret my squeaks and moans as enjoyment, but every time I breathe, the sounds are there. I have no control over it! I can see a smile cross his face in the mirror as he lowers his head to growl in my ear, “I knew you wanted this too, babygirl.” I struggle briefly against those words, trying to push away from the glass so I can slip out from under him, but he laughs at me and pins me even harder.

I am shaking with anger, but again I say nothing. What is the point? I’m locked in this room with him, handcuffed, and surrounded by other men on guard close by, I’m sure. If I had my choice between Mr. Buckner or my brother and his friends, I’d choose Mr. Buckner. At least he doesn’t make me bleed, for the most part, anyway. 

After a short amount of time his rhythm picks up speed. I know what is coming and a dark feeling of dread washes over my body again. This bittersweet sensation; relief that he’s almost finished, but anxious that he’s going to cum inside me. He entangles one hand in my hair, his fingers grabbing harshly. My hair feels like it’s going to be pulled right out of my scalp as my neck is being pulled back and his mouth meets mine. Not kissing, not anything. Just one open mouth on top of another, feeling his breath and the crescendo of his moans. He finally groans loudly and I feel his body jerk in succession. He waits a moment to catch his breath before turning me around to kiss me fully, devouring my lips with such passion. “Oh, GOD, I needed that! ... Thank you,” he says to me, touching my face. I hate that he thanks me. As if I gave him the permission to use me as a fuck toy, as if I willingly coaxed the orgasm out of him.

Mr. Buckner kisses my forehead gently once more before reaching for the shampoo and conditioner. As he washes my hair, I begin to wonder if this is ever going to end. My grades are plummeting, everyone assumes it’s because my parents died. I have nobody to talk to, and feel more and more as if there is no way out with each passing day. Absolute hopelessness because I can’t tell a soul. If anyone ever found out what was happening here, I think I would die. It’s too embarrassing, not to mention the photos my brother has of me. I want to go to college and get on with my life, but I wonder if my brother will ever let me go. I don’t like how this scenario is changing. From “fun and games” that he and his friends thought they were having with me, to actually selling me to the highest bidders to make a quick buck? I’m a whore. I can’t believe it. I’m a fucking whore and he’s my pimp. What if one day he sells me to the wrong person? Or worse, he sells me for good!

I am brought back to the present when a hand goes between my legs again. I jump and look up at him. “It’s ok, I didn’t mean to startle you, dear. I just wanted to help clean you one more time.” Sure he does. He just wants an excuse to touch me there again. It actually doesn’t feel bad. He’s being gentle. It’s the fact that he’s touching me at all that sends shivers up my spine. After the shower, he takes great care to dry every nook and cranny and comb my wet hair. He even found a hairdryer in one of the bathroom drawers and dried my hair partway. He walks me back to the bed and sits next to me.

“I wish I could stay longer. Be with you one more time, but I was only to stay the night and it’s already nearing late morning.”

I’m relieved it’s almost over, and decide to take a chance and just ask, “Can you please take the handcuffs off of me? My arms and shoulders are just so sore. Please? I know you have the key somewhere around here.”

He looks distraught. I can see that he’s being pulled in two directions. He wants to please me, but he was probably told not to take them off. He wants to believe I will be a good girl and stay put, but I don’t think he trusts that I will, which only makes me more angry. If he thinks I am going to run away, then he knows this is wrong; that if he is making me do things against my will, then this is rape.

“Please, I just want to put on my clothes.”

“Now, now, you’re getting ahead of yourself, I think. It’s not time to go just yet. I’m sure I still have at least a few minutes.”

I wonder what he possibly could have in mind, but I am relieved when he reaches to the top of a dresser and picks up a small, silver key.

“Ok, Lily, I want you to lay back on the bed.” He undoes my left handcuff and I scooch back quickly. With the key in his hand and one of my own wrists already free, I’m willing to do just about anything. I mean, what could he possibly do to me at this point? I don’t think he has enough time to rape me again. If I have to let him grope me for a couple more minutes, maybe kiss, I’ll do it. I just know I don’t want to be in handcuffs when he leaves. The last thing I want is my brother or his buddies finding me this way. Once I’m settled in the middle of the bed, he straddles me and takes my hands in his. I’m still smiling, practically giddy that he’s going to let me loose, wondering what's taking him so long to loosen the second cuff.

He takes my cuffed wrist and looks at it closer. Thinking he's about to take that one off, too, I exclaim, “Thank you so, so much!” Only, he doesn’t undo the other cuff. Instead, he lifts my hands above my head, puts the cuff through a metal ring in the middle of the headboard, and grabs my other wrist to fasten it back on before I realize what’s going on. “What are you doing?! No! Please! I promise I won’t fight you. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, it’s just you can’t have me fastened to the bed when you leave!”

He just smiled in return. “Ssshhh.. Ok, Lily. Calm down. You’re getting yourself worked up...”

“But you don’t understand! I--”

“ENOUGH!” His shouting scared me again and I was instantly quiet.
His hands are running up and down my body as he lays next to me, occasionally caressing my breasts or the mound between my legs, while continuing to kiss my lips and face. That is, until there is a knock on the door.

Mr. Buckner releases a frustrated sigh. “Well, unfortunately, my time is up. That knock on the door tells me I better start gathering my things together.”

As he gets up, I start to feel panicked. “But wait! Can’t you unlock my cuffs for me? Please??”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that, Lily, but I wanted to tell you that I had a wonderful time. And I love how we have this secret between the two of us now. So when I see you in the halls at school and say hello, you’ll know what I’m thinking. I sure hope we can do it again soon. Maybe even at my place the next time my wife goes out of town for a scrapbooking retreat with her girlfriends or something.”

Next time?? His house?? The man is delusional!

“Oh, and Lily, keep in mind that your brother showed me the pictures of the two of you, you nasty thing, you.” He flashes me a very wicked grin and I know he’s bribing me into not telling anyone about what happened here last night. Completely dressed, he heads to the door.

“But wait! Mr. Buck--!” And with that, he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. SHIT! I frantically jiggle at the hand cuffs, pulling with all of my might against the ring they are attached to. FUCK! I don’t know how long I’ve been fighting against these handcuffs when I hear footsteps growing closer. The door opens and I freeze. It’s Ryan.

“Well, well, well. What do have we here? Did you sleep well?”

“Screw you, Ryan!!”
 
“So touchy! You getting your period soon?”

“Fuck OFF!”

He’s having a good chuckle to himself as he walks slowly across the room, toward the bed where I am laying naked. I feel like a trapped animal. “Don’t come any closer!,” I yell, still squirming against my restraints.

“Poor, poor Lily. I have to come closer. How else do you think I’m going to get you out of those cuffs?”


To be continued.
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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #18 on: June 03, 2015, 11:50:48 PM »
Absolutely amazing!!! You are so talented!!!

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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #19 on: June 04, 2015, 07:07:34 AM »
Thank you so much! This was my first rape story ever, and still my favorite. I'm also most proud of this story. There were over 25,000 views on this when RD died. And at one of my first parties in the BDSM community where I live, I met a woman who recognized my EssenceofRed name because she was a frequent reader of Lily's Story. Now THAT was cool.

I need to finish this, though, and put a nice bow on it... some day, maybe this summer. :)
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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #20 on: June 04, 2015, 09:05:15 AM »
Very nice story indeed. I enjoyed the part where she was sold at most.


Keep up the good work !

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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #21 on: September 25, 2015, 11:18:55 AM »
Best one I've read on here so far.
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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #22 on: September 26, 2015, 11:24:49 AM »
Best one I've read on here so far.
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Wow. That's quite the statement! I'm glad you enjoyed my story. Your words have made my day. Thank you. :)
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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #23 on: September 30, 2015, 09:40:24 PM »
You know this has always ranked up there for me as one of the top stories I have read.  One hell of journey
Everywhere I look you're all I see.
Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be.

"Sunshine is dangerous;  Sugar can be poison
And love, well that's obvious;  Beware of too mouch happiness"

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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #24 on: October 03, 2015, 02:49:45 PM »
You know this has always ranked up there for me as one of the top stories I have read.  One hell of journey

Aw, thank you, bbz. *blushes*


Note: For the first time in years, a couple days ago I started thinking about the next chapter....
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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #25 on: October 04, 2015, 11:20:23 PM »
I really hope you do continue this. I, like others, have been following the story since RD. It's definitely one of my favorites. Thanks for sharing your fabulous writing with us, Red!!!

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« Reply #26 on: October 06, 2015, 06:25:49 AM »
I really hope you do continue this. I, like others, have been following the story since RD. It's definitely one of my favorites. Thanks for sharing your fabulous writing with us, Red!!!

Thank you for the huge compliment. Good to see you around here!! I do plan to continue and hopefully even finish it one day. Tie it up in a nice little bow.
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« Reply #27 on: October 28, 2015, 04:53:28 AM »
I LOVE this story, I cannot wait til you continue it!!!

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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #28 on: February 13, 2016, 01:32:06 PM »
This is the story that I somehow stumbled upon on the internet that brought me to this site. I love it. Very well written and it's exactly what I like in a rape fantasy story. I can't wait for the next chapter.

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Re: Lily's Story
« Reply #29 on: February 13, 2016, 06:21:34 PM »
This is the story that I somehow stumbled upon on the internet that brought me to this site. I love it. Very well written and it's exactly what I like in a rape fantasy story. I can't wait for the next chapter.

Wow, what an immense compliment! Thank you @Jewel777 ! I'm suddenly feeling a little more inspired to come up with another chapter. :)
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