3 comments/ 59317 views/ 11 favorites Abby's Awakening Ch. 01 By: ZinniaX Abigail Allen was a creature of habit. She liked structure, schedule and routine. It was her last year of high school and her sights were set on an Ivy League college. She was focused and determined, driven to succeed. Focused entirely on school, Abby had no time for boys. She intentionally hid her nubile curves under baggy sweaters and loose jeans. She wore glasses she didn't need and kept her long brown hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She didn't want attention, and didn't want distractions. Every night after school, Abby studied at the local library. She felt comfortable there, surrounded by books. No other teenagers seemed to spend much time at the local library, and Abby had no desire to be at home. Her mother had remarried a year before, and now barely seemed to notice Abby's existence. Her new stepfather was worse. When he wasn't busy fucking her mother until she screamed and moaned and cried out to Jesus, he was out playing poker with his buddies or drinking until all hours. Abby didn't let these things concern her. College was all that mattered. It was Abby's habits that made her an easy target. He had been watching her for weeks, studying her. He saw beyond the glasses, the intensity, the baggy clothes. He knew there was an untapped treasure beneath those sweaters, an innocent virginal pussy inside those jeans. She was an ideal candidate, and she didn't even know it. He started spending some time at the library, subtly watching her study. He noticed the way she crossed her legs at the ankles, furrowed her brow when she concentrated. God, she was beautiful, and had no idea. He watched her, in anticipation, waiting for the right moment, biding his time. He watched her home, learning the family's patterns. He became fixated on this innocent young girl. He dreamt of her, of opening her up, tasting her sweet juices, showing her a world outside her books. He would have her, own her, make her his. He was single minded in his devotion. He knew her path home well. On a jog one Thursday morning, he saw her parents packing a car for a trip, and knew that his time had come. Walking home Thursday night after the library, Abby had the strangest sensation she was being followed. She kept glancing over her shoulder and picked up her pace a bit. Perhaps it was the knowledge she'd be home alone, though that was something that appealed to her greatly. Not having to listen to her mother and stepfather fucking was a welcome change. Despite being more on guard than usual, she was still taken off guard when he came upon her, a chloroform soaked rag in hand, and quickly lost consciousness. He carried her to his car, parked strategically for this purpose. He had known the exact right place to bring her in, where they'd be least likely to be seen. He buckled her seat belt into the car and drove her to his home. He parked in the garage, carried her inside and to his bedroom. He took off her sweater and jeans, and finally exposed her beautiful body. She had a small waist, full hips and lovely C cup breasts. She wore innocent white panties, nothing special, and a simple nude bra. She didn't dress for a man to see her. He bound her to the headboard, gagged her and waited for her to awake. Sometime later, Abby started to resurface. As she came to, she quickly began to panic. Bound and gagged, she thrashed, trying to free herself. "The more you pull on the bindings, the tighter they'll become sweetheart". Abby's head whipped to the sound of the voice, and saw before her a man, 45 maybe 50, with silvering hair, and a hard body. His eyes were deep blue, and not unfriendly. Under different circumstances, she might have found him attractive for an older man. As it was, her heart pounded out of her chest in terror. She struggled against the bindings again, despite his words, and found he was telling the truth. Of course they became tighter. The man came over and sat beside Abby on the bed. He lay a hand on her torso, and it trailed up to her bra. "Abby, I don't want to hurt you. I brought you here because I could see how badly you need to be touched, how much you're craving someone to be close to. I know how lonely you are. I knew you'd never come here on your own, you'd never let an old man like me stand next to you, but this is for you, as much as for me." He reached around behind her back, and undid the clasp on her bra. She squealed and thrashed again. God, he loved to hear her sounds. He couldn't wait to reveal her breasts. He reached to the bedside table, and grabbed his pocket knife. Abby's eyes grew wide when she saw it. She started to tear up and shook her head back and forth. "Abby, darling, I'm not going to use this knife on you. I just need to cut off your bra. Your hands being tied as they are, it'll have to go this way." Tears spilled out of her big brown eyes. He stroked her cheek gently, then leaned down and kissed her on her gagged mouth. He straightened up and cut her bra straps, then finally removed it to reveal her creamy globes. She had lovely quarter sized areolas and pert little nipples, already standing at attention. He knew how arousing fear could be. He looked adoringly at her breasts, took one in each hand and squeezed. He leaned down and took her left nipple in his mouth, and flicked his tongue back and forth over it. She squirmed and squealed. He took her right nipple in his hand and squeezed and rolled it, and her legs twitched involuntarily. Sucking on her lovely young breast her looked up at her face, eyes widened in fear, but cheeks flushed with arousal. He released her nipple from his mouth and returned his hand there. He moved up to face her, and smiled. "You have gorgeous breasts, Abby. I knew that you would. Listen, I'm going to remove your gag. There's no point in screaming. No one will hear you, and it will just piss me off. Believe me, you don't want to piss me off. If you behave like a good little girl, everything's going to be fine. Do you understand?" Abby nodded, wide-eyed. The man removed her gag, then immediately thrust his tongue into her mouth. She didn't kiss him back. He pulled back and she suddenly screamed. Quickly he thrust the gag back in her mouth and slapped her breast with full force. Her eyes teared with pain. His blue eyes clouded over with anger. "When you disobey me, Abby, you will be punished. Every time. You hear me?" Abby cried and the man turned to the breast he'd just struck. He leaned down and licked it all over, tenderly. He was showing her he could be gentle and severe. It was up to her. He spent a great deal of time on her breasts, kneading them, playing with the nipples, kissing them all over. To her shame, Abby felt a heat building up between her legs, something she'd never experienced before. Abby knew about sex, but had never felt sexualized, really. She'd never even had an orgasm. Now this kidnapper and rapist was causing her to have sensations building up inside of her that disgusted her. How could her body betray her this way? How could she possibly enjoy this? After some time, Abby started making soft moaning noises, muffled by her gag. The man knew that it was time to open her up a little further. He left her breasts, and kissed down her stomach, leading to her fragrant panties. Once there, he breathed deeply, leaned in, and kissed her pussy through the fabric. His hard on raged in his jeans. He looked up at his beautiful little conquest, hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties, and slowly pulled them down her legs. He kissed his way up her beautiful leg, then ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping when he reached her mound. He then licked her other thigh, and heard her gasp through her gag. Virginal, and uninterested in men, Abby's mound was covered in hair. He'd anticipated that, and came prepared. From the bedside table, he pulled shaving cream and a razor. "Trust me darling, you'll enjoy this so much more this way." Not to mention, the sight of a bald young pussy was the most beautiful thing in the world. He carefully and gently shaved her, he had a cloth and bowl of water handy also. He wiped her clean and stepped back to admire his handy work. Beautiful. A perfect, unopened rose. The man removed his top, revealing a hard stomach and six pack. He crawled between Abby's legs, and set to work. He licked her from her asshole to her clit, causing her to jump and twitch. He ran his tongue along her inner folds, tasting her, opening her. He zapped his tongue on her clit quickly and was rewarded by hearing her whimper. He worked a finger into her tight opening, then moved up her body swiftly. He removed her gag, and kissed her passionately. This time, she yielded, and kissed back. She'd come too far now, felt too much. His skills were bringing her such pleasure beyond the shame. She couldn't help it. She hated him for what he'd done, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was trapped, defenceless, and completely overtaken by lust. She tasted herself on his mouth and was disgusted and excited simultaneously. He moved back down to her pussy, keeping his finger in her vagina. This time, he went straight to her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. "Oh my GOD!" she squealed and thrashed. He worked a second finger into her cunt, and curved them expertly, hitting her g-spot. Suddenly, her first ever orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips thrust off the bed, and her thighs clamped around his head like a vice. He didn't stop. He played her body like a cello, bringing her through the crests and waves of her orgasm. When she collapsed on the bed, he lapped up her sweet juices, the fruits of his labour. She was his now, he knew it. He lifted his head, and crawled up to kiss her, he pulled back and smiled. "My turn". The man pulled off his jeans and boxers at once, revealing his giant phallus. Abby's eyes widened. "Please... Don't. I'm a virgin!" The man looked at her, seeming contemplative. "Darling, I know you're a virgin, and make no mistake, you're going to be cashing that V-card shortly. But, I'll tell you what. Why don't we start easy, with a bit of oral, ok?" Thinking it might buy her some time, and being terrified of his giant cock, Abby nodded in agreement. "Alright beautiful, don't you worry now. The trick is to avoid using your teeth." He positioned himself over her mouth, precum dripping at the tip, and Abby hesitated momentarily. He reached around to the back of her neck and squeezed gently. Her mouth popped open and he thrust inside her warm virginal lips. At first, he was just fucking her mouth, but after a few minutes, she started bobbing her head, using her tongue, and attempting to get him off. He held her head by her ponytail, and leaned back, in heaven. "Oh baby, you are such a good little cocksucker. Oh yeah, keep going. What a good girl." He was in heaven. He'd plucked his virgin, and finally had her exactly where he wanted her, sucking his cock and bringing him home to orgasm. Finally, he felt his balls constrict, and a huge orgasm burst through his cock. Abby choked on the first of his cum, not expecting it, and he pulled out, showering her chin and gorgeous breasts with ropes of his sticky white cum. Big brown eyes looked up at him, flushed cheeks, round globed breasts, covered in cum, all his. All his. Abby's Awakening Ch. 02 Abby couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was abducted, drugged, and bound to a stranger's bed. He had just brought her to the first intense orgasm of her life, and she had her first experience with sucking cock. She was lying naked with a man's cum on her face and breasts, with no idea where she was or how she could escape. She was terrified. Her abductor had left the room a few minutes before, after coming down from the joy of his first orgasm on his innocent young captive's face and tits. While the man was gone, Abby strained to look more closely at her bindings, and attempted in vain to reach them with her teeth. Of course it was futile. Angrily she pulled at her wrists and the bed shook, but of course, they just tightened and pinched, causing her pain. Abby started to cry, and it was at that moment the man returned. He looked at her with compassion, and said, "Abby, baby, what's the matter?" If all other events hadn't indicated it, the man was clearly psychotic. "Oh, I don't know, I've been kidnapped, tied to a stranger's headboard and forced to pleasure him. Right. What could be the matter?" Abby cried bitterly. "Sweetie, you forgot the part where you yourself took a great deal of pleasure. I know you enjoyed that." Abby shook her head and looked at him with disgust. "I could never enjoy that." The man's eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? You don't enjoy being touched and caressed? Your pussy was rather wet by the time I finished playing with your breasts." His hands returned to her round full breasts, gave them a squeeze, and then started drawing circles with his fingers around her areolas. "NO! Stop. Take me home. Please. Take me home now and I promise, I won't tell the police. Please. I'm begging you!" Her tears continued to fall. The man just smiled at her a little sadly and bent down to take her breast in his mouth once again. Spatters of his cum remained on her from his last orgasm. He'd made no move to clean it off. It was so fucking hot. He worked on her nipples while she continued to beg him to stop. Her begging fell on deaf ears, and he gently grazed her little nipples with his teeth. Then, he pulled back, and pinched both nipples hard and fast. Abby screamed, startled by the move, and her pussy leapt in tandem. He ran his hands up and down her body as he took a nipple between his teeth once again. Her begging started to blend into sounds of arousal. "pleeeaaase... Ah! Please... oh oh... please release...ah! Oh God...Let me GO!" He grinned up at her, knowing her body was responding to his ministrations yet again, and reached a hand down between her legs. "oooooohhh... NO! Not there!" The last time he'd gagged her, aroused by her helplessness, but he found this time, seeing her fighting with her body, resisting him, knowing he would break her and have her, even more hot. "Baby, I'm going to touch you wherever I please. Just lie back and enjoy it." In one hand, he pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, while his other slid languidly between her soaking pussy lips. Abby's tears had stopped falling without her noticing. She moaned. "ohhh.... Please..." He kissed her throat, at first gently, then began sucking and kissing in a way that he knew would bruise and mark her. His hand never left her cunt. "Unh! Aahhh... Stop! Oh stop!" The man moved his attentions to her clit, and began making little circles, fast and gentle. Abby's breath came in little gasps. "Oh my God! Oh Oh Oh my God!" "Really Abby? Should I stop?" Abby was so close to orgasm, what was left of her fight was dying. She thrashed her head back and forth no, but instead said "YES!" Abruptly, the man stopped. He pulled away from her, leaving her writhing, her pussy pounding in unison with her heart. She couldn't believe he'd actually listened to her when she told him to stop. He hadn't before. The man looked down at his lovely captive. Her nipples were rock solid, she had red marks on her neck where she'd be bruised tomorrow. His marks. Remnants of his cum remained on her. She was so beautiful. She was panting, and he knew how badly her body was compelling her to cum. She looked up at him with wide eyes, not knowing what would happen next. He got up, and left the room before she had a chance to say anything else. She lay on the bed, and her pussy was pounding and soaked. She desperately wanted to cum, despite what she'd said. She had caved so early the first time, this time she wanted to remember who she was. But God. Oh God. How good it felt to be touched there, to be touched everywhere. She wanted more. She hated that she wanted more, but she did. She wondered where the man was, and when he would return. She didn't know what event she was hoping for... her release, or her next orgasm. She squeezed her legs together and attempted to increase the sensations, she crossed her legs and ground her hips into the air. Just at that moment, the man returned, seeing her writhing on the bed, like a cat in heat, trying to bring herself to orgasm without any stimulation. He smiled and knew he had her. Her came over toward her with a damp towel, and cleaned his cum off her face and what was left on her chest. He was gentle, but rubbed a little longer on her already sensitive and raw nipples than was necessary. "There now, that's better, isn't it?" He continued to rub the cloth on her breasts longer than was necessary, knowing that doing so would continue to keep her aroused. "I noticed you were trying to pleasure yourself when I was gone, weren't you Abby?" She shook her head. "No, I wasn't!" He shook his head. "Abby, when you lie to me, you will be punished. Do you understand?" Her eyes widened. "I'm not lying!" He tossed the towel, and quickly smacked one breast, hard, and then the other. She screamed. "That was two lies. Two punishments." Abby couldn't believe how her body responded when he smacked her breasts. "You wanted to cum, admit it." He once again traced circles on her areolas with his fingers, softly, just tickling her. Abby closed her eyes, still resisting "Yes." The man smiled "Yes what?" "Yes... I wanted to cum." He kneaded her breasts, and pinched her nipples. He leaned in towards her, and kissed her jaw line up to her ear. She gasped when his tongue snaked into her ear. He pulled back and whispered into her ear, "do you still want to cum, Abby?" He nibbled on her lobe and she whimpered. "Yes. I still want to cum." He pulled back and smiled, and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back. "Ask me to make you cum, Abby." He ran his fingers gently down her sides, causing goose bumps to rise on her naked form. "Please make me cum!" he took a nipple between his teeth once again, and bit gently. "That's not good enough Abby. You have to beg me. Call me Master. Tell me how badly you want it." Abby shut her eyes again, torn between her former self, and her physical instincts that were imploring her to submit and do as her captor commanded. "ooohh.... Oh God... Oh Master, please, please, ohhh God please make me cum. Oh I need it Master!" When he finally heard Abby call him Master for the first time, the man almost shot his load right then and there. "Ok baby, anything you need." The man spread Abby's legs wide and positioned his throbbing cock at the opening of her pussy. Teasing her, he slowed right down. At first, he rubbed his rock hard cock between her labia, then up against her clit. "ooooohhhh" she moaned in response. He leaned in and kissed her with intense passion and she responded in kind, now fully responding to her body's every whim. He positioned himself once again, and entered just his cock head into her tight, tiny virgin pussy. He leaned over her, looked her directly in the eyes, and said "ask me to take your virginity, Abby". Abby's heart pounded through her chest, her breath came in gasps and moans, she couldn't believe all the sensations that were boiling up from within her. "oh... please, Master... ooohh.." He smiled, still holding his cock just inside her opening. "Please what, Abby?" "Please...take my virginity, Master!" He grinned. "My pleasure, sweetie." With that, he thrust his 10 inch cock quick and hard straight up into her cunt, feeling her hymen break, and hearing her cry out in response. He stopped there after the first thrust, and just held his cock in place, lodged deep inside her young, tight pussy. He kissed her hungrily, then pulled almost all the way out, before thrusting back in again. He then set to work, slowly at first, easing her into it. "Oh God you have an amazing little pussy Abby. Oh you're so tight baby!" Abby couldn't verbalize a response, overcome with sensation. "ah... oh oh...unh unh..." was the only response she could muster. He reached down and stimulated her clit with his thumb. He then picked up the pace. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off cumming much longer, and wanted to bring her there with him. Abby moaned and gasped in response to her Master's attentions. She couldn't believe what she was doing, what she'd finally allowed him to do-what she ASKED him to do. She could have said nothing, not done what he'd asked, but she'd wanted to, NEEDED to. She couldn't believe how quickly her former self had faded away as she gave herself over to the man who was slamming his fat hard cock into her tight pussy. Her virginity was being taken in a way she'd never dreamed of. She always thought it would be loving, tender, with someone she knew and wanted. And yet, here she was, taken against her will, begging for something she thought was disgusting and dirty. She begged her rapist to rape her. She didn't even know his name. Her Master was pumping his cock in and out of her pussy repeatedly. He could tell that she was on the verge of an amazing orgasm. "Oh Master" she panted "oh oh oh oh..." Her eyes were shut tight, her back was arched, and her legs were splayed as wide as they could go. Finally, he leaned back to watch her face, as he finally let the greatest orgasm of his life release wave after wave of cum into her virginal womb. Abby's orgasm screamed through her. He didn't stop stimulating her clit or pistoning his cock in and out of her body. Her pussy clamped around his cock and he was in heaven, growing hard again instantly and not stopping the assault on her body. "You're mine little girl," he pounded in and out as her orgasm went on and on. "You're mine! Unh Unh Unh." "Yes!" She screamed "Oh God Oh Yes! Oh! Oh! I'm Yours! Ah... Oh take me! Oh oh..." When she found words they tumbled out of her mouth incoherently. He had done it. He'd broken his little virgin. Plucked her from her former life, and made her his. As his balls constricted and he deposited another glorious load in her tight little pussy he thought to himself, with pleasure, that this was only the beginning...