please… you can't do this…" she protested, when his hands reached the waistband of her nylon stockings and started to pull them off of her.
"Of course I can, and this time you won't stop me, this time you won't hide behind nonexistent rules, or silly excuses, this time I'll make you mine, completely." He concluded trashing her nylon stockings.
Straddling her by her waist, he quickly removed his black shirt, his eyes relishing on her futile attempts to get out from underneath him.
He flipped her around, still straddling her. She moved her hands to scratch him, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with just one of his big hands. With his free hand, he started to caress her face, tracing trails of fire, going down her chest. Pleasure and fear mixed inside her and she lost control. Panic took hold of her, and she struggled harder, managing to free her hands and fight him with all her strength.
He grabbed her even harder, and reaching for the knife, he poked with it, the base of her neck. "Stop it, quit this senseless fight." He said, with a cold tone, smiling deviously when she froze.
Ashley felt the sting of the knife on her neck and her whole body froze. Would he really kill her? Maybe not, but he could do a lot of damage with that knife and they both knew it.
Still holding the knife, he started to run it over her chest, drawing the contours of her bra, traveling over her big, round breasts, over the fabric until he reached the hard peak, lapping it a few times, and even poking it a little bit harder, than he had so far.
The stroll of the knife was awakening opposed feelings in her… she was scared but at the same time she could feel the thrill and the anticipation growing inside her.
Tired of playing, he dropped the knife to the floor and instinctively she resumed her fight against him.
Losing his patience, he flipped her once more, got her on all fours, and grasped her hands together behind her back, pushing her legs apart with his knees.
She was panting, still trying to escape from his grasp, to no avail. The arousal his touch awakened in her only scared her more. How could she feel aroused when he was about to rape her? Her mind couldn’t accept that, so she fought it. She didn’t want this, she couldn’t want this. How could she be aroused by him?
He ripped her panties, exposing her pussy to his greedy eyes, and his free hand kneaded her buttocks a couple of times before he slid his fingers through her slit, reaching her wet folds, going up to rub her aching clit.
"No… stop…" she moaned, desperate, feeling her body react to his touch.
He took her clit between his fingers and with intended slowness, he squeezed it hard, at the same time he leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. "Mine, Ashley, you're mine."
She whimpered, as pain and pleasure blasted through her whole body, making her shudder, when he released his prisoner, it was only to push his fingers hard and deep inside her.
"Uhmmm yes, this feels so good." He grunted, curving his fingers and pressing them hard against her G-spot.
She buried her face on the mattress to muffle her moans, as her body danced to the beat he played. This couldn’t be happening… how could she feel so much pleasure from a man who was about to rape her? She didn’t want this…
She squirmed and tried to pull away from him but he kept her prisoner. He even picked a piece of rope and tied her wrists behind her back, once more, to give him more freedom of movement.
But this only made her struggle more, forcing him to grab her tightly. "Stop this useless struggle, Ashley, you won't stop me." He advised her.
"Never, I will never surrender to you." She shouted, maybe trying to convince herself rather than him. For a brief moment, she managed to free one of her legs and kick him hard in the stomach, ripping a growl of pain from him.
"Let's have it your way then…" he said through gritted teeth, while he captured her once more.
She heard
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