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Magical Christmas

By: ArtOfLove



Chapter 1

It took Nathan more than the one hour that he had promised his brother that day, to think through. The planning took more than a month, but he had delayed the execution for another one month. He gave it consideration countless times, each time led to only this last resort.

"Nathan, she's here. The storm is coming. We don't have much time."

"I don't know, Patrick, I really don't know," He lifted his gaze towards the red head in front of him.

"I understand your hesitation. But really, we have no choice. Trust me; Father will be more appeased with my backup plan should this one fail." Still, Nathan's hands clasped in front of him and his elbows stayed on his sitting knees, praying one last time for a miracle.

Patrick walked closer, patted on his broad shoulder," Come on, Bro. I know it's hard. But you saw the way she looked at me. You've delayed long enough. You don't want him hiring a professional, now do you? I like her too".

"Well, grab this chance while it's not too late. C'mon," Patrick shoved his head towards the opening of the woods, beckoning him with encouragement. A silver sparkle appeared from behind the woods.

Panting, a middle aged man called Jack ran towards them, speaking to him in low voice when he was close enough, "Nathan, C'mon, boy, we're running out of time, don't let it be too late again. Let's go".

With his last words of prayer, he stood up, tightening fists at his sides, and followed them towards the lake inside the woods. If destiny wants it this way, so be it.

Rebecca walked in a hurry towards the lake. Her backpack wasn't heavy on her back. But she didn't have much time. Her time for sneaking out of the castle was almost over. A storm warning had been broadcasted, so she had to return before dark.

This ritual of sneaking out her castle-like home unescorted was her favorite part when she had to stay home alone. Alone? Bah. There were always Nancy and Mr Atkins, and every time she left her home, escorts were compulsory. Being the only daughter of a billionaire, she hardly had any privacy. What with the Paris Hilton scandal, and the rave parties that these rich girls her age had been throwing, her parents sticked to their conservative religious background. Instead of a wild sexual venture with her elite schoolmates, she had to remain a virgin, at least until she's married to some arrogant elite heir their parents chose in future. She had to bluff about her sexual ventures to her friends, and pretend that she was going on a wild camp with other friends, while actually she had been locked at home if she didn't want the escorts embarrassingly tailed her around.

Browsing her green eyes towards the hill, she made sure nobody was around. Of course, nobody knew of this secluded place, it was her secret escapade. Sighing over her own paranoia, she put her bag on the bushes, and walked to the clear watered lake, stripping off her cotton dress. The calm water was so beautiful and shiny, she just couldn't wait.

She enjoyed the splash of fresh water against her well-pampered skin. Scrubbing her back and washing all over her petite body, she sighed and smiled in contentment. This is my favorite kind of adventure. Silently she prayed to her maker, with much gratitude that just 2 hours walk from her home, happened to be the neck of a mountain with such wonderful lake. Plus, nobody could come here without breaching the perimeter her parents had placed, to prevent anyone from coming into their fortress without permit. A sly smile appeared on her face, the perimeter guard had been asleep, and so were Nancy and Atkins. What are the odds!

After swimming around the edge, she walked back to the land, laid down naked for a bit of rest before returning home. She shut her eyes for a while under the sunshine, enjoying the rustling sound of leaves caressed by the gentle wind. Oh if only the sun could stay still to delay the storm, she would indulge in a nice afternoon nap here. Sighing again, she enjoyed the wild nature blowing gentle wind to her hourglass body. Her silky black hair contrast to her milky white skin, and fanned around her rebellious head. She needed more tanning if she were to make her friends believe the next story about a wild adventure in Mexico. Mexico... Bah!

Suddenly, pairs of rough hands grabbed her naked body and tapped her mouth. She couldn't escape in their overpowering clutches, but still tried to struggle, draining out her energy. They carried her deeper into the woods. Finding no chance to see the face of her captors, she saw only features of huge men towering against the sunlight.

They chained her limbs to the two trees at her sides, leaving her bound at a spread-eagle position. She quickly gazed to identify her captors; three men in casual clothes, she couldn't tell their occupation. She gasped, recognizing one of them, as Patrick. She used to have a crush on him in high school, but he moved away, without a chance for her to introduce herself. He had been such a mysterious babe magnet with the handsome face and the athletic built. The chicks were disappointed for the sudden loss of gem, all of them, including her. But what is he doing here now?

Beside him, a brunette man, seemed busy pressing the buttons on his camera, and setting his tripod. Beside the brunette, her eyes widened, was a more handsome and more tanned version of Patrick. His facial feature resembled Patrick's. He was slightly taller, but also had Patrick's swimmers body. His hair was dark blond, and his deep blue eyes... there was something about his eyes that she couldn't recall, and wouldn't bother to. Still, she would rather call him handsome beast. Yes, a beast, but handsome. They were all savages because they had abducted her this way, regardless the regal composure they possessed. Damnit, she couldn't think properly at this state of panic. How dare they bind her in the open like this?

The handsome beast walked closer, observing her. He had this authoritative aura, a predatory yet elegantly straight back. She raked into her mind, trying to recall on where she had seen him before. He spoke to her in low voice, while looking deep into her eyes,

"First, I have to apologize for the inconvenience, Rebecca. But we need your cooperation. I shall remove the tape, so we can converse better. Only, if you promise not to scream. Save your strength, there's nobody around and we don't have much time. Now nod if you agree to cooperate please." She was right, his tone was elegant too. Still pissed despite his courteous words, she just nodded anyway. 

He removed the tape on her mouth.

She glared at him in full hatred. Staring at her eyes, he stood so close to her, that the edge of his nose was just an inch in front of hers.

"Now Rebecca, I've pulled all my strings here to keep you alive. And I implore you to please cooperate with us. I do not want to harm you." Bollocks, she thought.

"State out your business and quick release me!" She demanded.

"The matter concerns your parents. I understand that they are attending a wedding in Tokyo?" her eyes flew in surprise. Her mind darted to two possibilities; he might be just an unsatisfied competitor, or perhaps he was urgently trying to help her parents out.

"It is very important that you'd cooperate with us, and talk to your parents about our matter, as soon as they come back from...."

"What do you want from them?" She was very direct indeed, as sharp as her tone.

"We need them to apologize, to our Patron, for the mistake that they did in the p...," her spit landed on his cheek. Stunned, he wiped it off with his large fingers.

"This is none of my business. Now untie me!" She demanded. How dare they use her to get to her parents!

"Do not forget that you are captured, Rebecca, you must...," She spat at his other cheek this time. His eyes expressed rage. Her angry glare matched his now, trying to pull on her restraints, hoping that they would come loose somehow.

"For your own sake, Lady, listen to me now before fighting back. It is very crucial now and the time is running out. Now all you have to do, is to ask your parents, to apologize to our...."

"No way! Let me go, you brute!" She was growing defiant.

"Nathan...," Patrick held the back of his shoulder to interject, but he held up his right palm, stopping him, "We don't have the time, Nathan."

Still, the handsome devil spoke to her again. 

"Put your panic fear aside. As long as you cooperate, nobody will hurt you. One last time, all I'm asking you is...," She spat again at his cheek.

"Let me go!" She yelled at him.

"You leave us no choice, Becca," His glare warned her.

"Now I have to let Patrick do this, for your own life." She didn't respond, just glared him back. If this were a battle of guts, she would have won, but this was not a game show.

He wiped her saliva off his cheek, and nodded his head at Patrick, who replaced him immediately in front of her. The handsome devil walked over to the Brunette, who apparently had set his camera on the tripod. She saw him fetching a little red tube for the handsome devil called Nathan. Nathan took the tube, and ordered, "Leave us." The Brunette grinned and left, towards a couple of parked cars that were almost visible to her, because the window reflected some sunshine.

"Hi, Becca. I'm sorry but we have to save your life, and you refused to cooperate, so...," Patrick said to her while stripping off. She gasped in panic and terror, realizing what he was about to do. But still, she was enraged at the arrogant devil called Nathan, who was pressing on a button at the camera, and then sat about 1 meter beside them, on a foldable chair, watching with arms folded in front of his chest. 

"Cooperate, Becca. All you have to do is cooperate, and we will stop this unnecessary loss of your virginity," Nathan said calmly but firmly to her.

"How did you...", "Yes, we have reliable sources," Patrick grinned as he proceeded by taking off his pants, and briefs.

"Cooperate, Becca," Nathan still tried to offer her another chance.

"Over my dead body," Her parents were more important than a maiden shield to her.

She gasped in extreme fear and bewilderment as she had her first look of Patrick's erecting penis. It was monstrous, voluminously long, and as thick as her fist. He was at least 9 inches long. She had seen cocks in movies and pictures, but she had never seen one in real life, especially not one like this abnormal-sized thing.

"No... No...," she murmured in fright. He was holding his shaft, stroking it up and down, the men's face hopeful over her fear.

"Cooperate, Becca, just say yes," Patrick demanded.

"No... Don't you dare! Let me go! Let me go!" She was straining over her bonds, rotating her hands around, trying to escape the soft leather cuffs, but it wouldn't break. He looked at Nathan, who nodded back at him.

Patrick reached his hand out to her naked body, touching her almost bald pussy, his thumb rotated around her pleasure nub. She started screaming out for help, but nobody came. The cars were in too much distance, and the thick woods absorbed her voice.

"No! Let me go! Please stop! Please! Don't!" Her voice grew louder as Patrick brought his gigantic mushroom head to touch on the opening of her pussy.

"Cooperate, Becca," Nathan said again, urging her to change her mind and stop the unnecessary deed. "No! Let me go! Please! Just let me go!" She started weeping.

"She's dry, Nathan," Patrick said, looking at him. He stood up and applied a generous amount of gel from the red tube, all around her private south. He touched at her nub, rubbing it, and rotated his finger around it. She started to feel the gel grew warm around her, and his touch made it even warmer, heightening her sensitivity, heating up some desire for a wild unknown. A slight bit of flame started to light in her. Couldn't believe she was about to be soiled by these brutes.

Her sobbing turned to an angry retort, compensating the new hot sensation she felt, "Let me go, you pervert! Brute! Don't touch me! No, Patrick, No, Nooooo!" She squealed as Patrick started putting a little bit of pressure to her opening with his head. He groaned. She felt him stretching her, and her sobbing grew severe.

"Say yes, Rebecca, just say yes and I will pull out," Patrick had a flicker of lust in his eyes, but still tried to persuade her.

"No, Please Don't! Please! Let me go! Just let me go please!" She cried, pleading him. He looked back at Nathan, who nodded again. Then he looked down on his long rod, slowly stroking up and down her pleasure nub, then returned it to the lips of her hole. She sobbed uncontrollably.

Very slowly, he pressed a little into her opening, stretching her again with half of his head, then tried to stir it a little but couldn't, because she was too tight, and she squealed in pain and terror. Ignoring her plea, Patrick proceeded by pressing ever so slowly deeper into her by 2 mm, stretching her pelvic bones apart. She gasped, trying to breathe, almost choked on herself. Then squealed again, "No! Please! Don't! It hurts! It hurts!" she was straining in her bonds, finding no relief. He was barely touching her maidenhead, and she already felt the pain of his thickness. 

"Nathan?" Patrick called without looking at him, dared not to move for fear of hurting her. Nathan came over, then used his rough calloused hands to caress on her breasts, squeezing them and her nipples. But she didn't stop crying. He trailed fingers down her middle, to her belly button, and lower to her clit. Finding it, he used the lubricating gel to stroke her gently and slowly. She felt a strange sensation of heat growing inside her, and shamefully a sense of longing emerged. She almost moaned from the wonderful sensation, but her eyes turned fiery, she compensated it with her rage. 

"No, Patrick! Let me go! Don't touch me! Let me go! NOOOO!" she screamed out as Patrick inserted an inch of him deeper, feeling her maiden shield, groaning from the sensation her tightness provided. She gasped again, gagging. He was incredibly huge.

"Say it, Rebecca," Nathan demanded, as he continued fingering her clit, which grew wonderfully warm.

"No! Let me go! No!" she shivered but still murmured her defiance, sobbingly. She was starting to like his fingers.

"Nathan...," Patrick said to Nathan, his eyes fiery with lust. Nathan's jaws clenched tightly, and disappointment came into his eyes, as he muttered, "Do it, Patrick!"

With a groan, Patrick slowly inserted deeper by millimeters, feeling his cock tearing her maiden layer, and still slowly glided deeper with much difficulty as her tightness clenched around him furiously. She screamed to the top of her lungs, and passed out.

She didn't remember anything except for the exquisite pain, and the sound of Patrick's groaning and panting, stroking half of his length into her, stretching her beyond the limit. She felt Nathan behind her, holding onto her body, protecting her from the danger of slumping and tearing her wrists. His face beside hers, murmuring words that she could barely catch as the blissful unconsciousness kept on tugging at her mind. 

Slightly aware of what happened, she tried to whimper, "Please... Nathan... Stop Patrick...Please...," and surrendered herself back into unconsciousness. She didn't know why she trusted him, but something in his eyes all this while had been the kindest to her, and he had this bewitching effect on her mind. She still couldn't recall why.

Unbelievably, between the unconscious world and reality, she felt them suddenly stopped, Patrick pulling out of her, releasing a trail of warm blood down her thighs, and she slumped forward, leaning against Nathan's supportive hands. She felt her cuffs being released one by one, but her limp body had no more strength left to move. She fell into Nathan's arms, which lifted and carried her away from the dreadful place. She heard sounds of cars being started, a low vibration indicated that she was inside one. Unable to open her eyes from the exhaustion, she could only feel someone's warm embrace. She was being held by a pair of huge arms, rough skinned but gently cuddling her in a comfortable hug. She thought she had died and gone into an angel's arms.

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Chapter 2 

She slept all the way through to the third night, totally dead to the world. She woke up physically clean on a smooth bed, in a wonderful silky layer of clothing. Yet she opened her eyes feeling dirty and deeply ashamed of herself. She groaned from the aches all over her body.

First, she noticed a wonderful Lavender fragrance. Then she noticed a huge bed she was on, the size that would accommodate four people at once, with bedposts at each edge. Towering walls beautifully engraved in gracious golden carving at the lining. A huge mirror was framed at one side of the wall, so huge that if it were a spying mirror, the whole room would be visible. The beautiful window was barred like a cage. It was a very large bedroom, alike that of her own, but this was definitely not hers. And then she noticed an IV Drip. Nutrients were transferred into her through the IV on the back of her hand.

She was not chained, but that was unnecessary as her body ache still evident. She grimaced from the pain, and slightly remembered how Nathan had carried her for trips to the bathroom many times; he had been sleeping with her too. Countless times her mind wondered why he was here, but she was too exhausted to refuse his help or ask the question.

Someone must have been watching her, because soon footsteps could be heard approaching. Patrick came in, she gathered strength to wake up and flee, but he was faster. He held down her shoulders so she wouldn't be able to move. "Shhh, you can't go anywhere." Still too weak to resist, she quit struggling anyway.

He pressed on a red button beside her bed, then sat down.

Together with Nathan, another handsome chap with dark hair opened the door and came in, she recognized him as the Brunette from the other day. They were wearing casual shirts and boxers. The Brunette now smiled sweetly, and brushed her hair lovingly. Her green eyes flew open, they expressed fear and puzzle. 

"Hush now, Love, calm down". "This is Leslie, he is here to assist us. Calm down, sweetheart, nobody wants to hurt you here." Patrick explained, still holding her down, just in case.

"Where am I? What's happening?" She was a bit soothed down by the gentle approach but still traumatized.

"Shhh... Nothing happened... You slept for 3 days straight. Dr Lewis has been examining you constantly and we took turns watching you", he spoke gently as he continued on caressing her hair.

"I... I was bleeding..." Her mind wandered in memory recollection. In the incident, she had seen the blood and bits of dots came out of her before she passed out.

"Yes, your hymen... we helped you losing your stiff. No longer an uptight bitch, you should thank us," Nathan, the rudest of them all snorted. The spit humiliation still haunted his mind, despite his gentle treatment towards her the last couple of nights. Patrick shot a glare at him and Nathan was immediately shut.

"Doesn't matter now, we are taking good care of you", His voice gentle and deep.

This is "taking good care"?

Her questions went unanswered. Creeping slowly, as Patrick continued explaining, Leslie proceeded taking his boxer off, and suddenly they were all over her. Patrick hugged her on the bed, his muscular arms were now fastening her position. She was now laying on top of him, her breasts against his, her smooth back exposed to the air; the nightgown material provided no protection against the cold air. Leslie was suddenly behind her, holding onto her hips, his body as well as the men's hands, warmed her. 


Magical Christmas



"Just about time. Dr Lewis examined you and he is certain that today you are ready for us," she heard Patrick's voice.

Ready for us? What?

"No, stop, don't touch me, let me go..." Her plea was a whisper, she was very exhausted and just wished to be left alone. Leslie tugged on her ear, whispering "Don't worry, I'm the smallest and I will be gentle." She felt his hard-on greasy with warm lub, touched one of her buttocks, his hands still holding onto her hips, fondling them.

Nathan's sound turned gentle now, as his eyes soothed down, "Just don't fight us, Rebecca, and this will all get easier".

"No! Please! Let me go! NOOOOOO!" They all held her so she wouldn't be able to move, and truly there wasn't any energy left in her so she couldn't struggle. Nathan applied more lubricant at her ass hole, inserting more with his finger. It felt warm and wet.

Leslie's tip made its way to the opening of her virgin ass hole. He was trying to make an entrance! She felt him pressing on it. Turning all rigid, she cried, "No! It hurts! It hurts! Stop!" But he wouldn't withdraw, just slightly pressing onto her puckers, barely hurting her just yet.

"Don't be afraid, just don't fight it. Your uptight fear will only make it hurt you. And we don't want that," Nathan's voice, firm and full of authority, but he was telling the truth, so she had to obey.

Knowing full well she couldn't escape, she tried to focus on how warm their hands felt on her skin. Leslie's hands massaged her smooth butt cheeks, trying to get her ready. Patrick went on fondling her breasts, squeezing gently every now and then.

Leslie felt her loosening a bit, and slowly pushed his way in. Her gasp was loud, the sensation was too huge, and she never felt like this before. Nathan stroked her hair gently, but she couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"Don't fight it, just breathe, breathe deep,... and let go, breathe in and let go... Good..." Nathan's voice was the only thing that could lead her now, it sounded very gentle and soothing. And as he did this, Leslie was making his way deeper into her anus.

"Oh God please stop it... Why is it so long... please stop..." She cried.

"Ohhh...", Leslie's grunt sounded his desire, an approval to how nice her asshole felt against him. He was the smallest, and yet he was long enough to her. She assumed it must be at least 6 inches. It took a long while until he was settled inside her anus completely. He moved very slowly to allow her to adjust, then stroked gently until her crying was reduced to whimper.

"That's it... It doesn't feel so bad, does it, Love?" Nathan's voice was surprisingly gentle. She didn't realize when they'd switched place, but suddenly he was already replacing Patrick, hugging her against his chest. Apparently, she had been crying against his chest, not Patrick's.

He lifted her gently and kissed her teary eyes, wet cheeks, then her lips. He was incredibly gentle and warm towards her. She couldn't understand why he was doing this, but his kiss tasted wonderful. He smelt good too, a male scent, outdoor-like. His mouth and tongue felt tender against hers. Tongue? Oh God, he was tonguing her, it was more than a French kiss now, and it was getting deeper and hotter. Something inside her burnt with desire. Somehow his kisses made her feel wonderful and loved. She had never felt this way before. No, she had. Ah yes, she remembered now. His eyes...

"It was you...!", but her gasp was soon covered by his passionate kisses again, and she couldn't continue her words. He tightened his hold on her. Yes, how could she forget! When she was swallowed by the stream of river behind their holiday cottage in France, she was just 6. A boy, around 13, jumped in to rescue her. She couldn't remember the rest of the incident, but remembered a vivid dream of someone's lips pressed against hers, then French-kissed her. As a little girl, she couldn't understand the feeling inside her, but she felt so wonderful and loved. The only thing she could remember about the boy was his deep blue eyes, as he was giving her that first sensation in between her fever at the hospital. Oh! But she thought that was just a dream!

She was puzzled and surprised. Why? How did he find her? Why would he take her into this brutal act? What did she ever do to offend him?

"Wait, I thought you were just a dream!" Her protest was again hushed by his wet mouth. He was so sensual, her desire accumulated, shameful to admit it, but the clear fluid flowing to her pussy lips were proof enough. His fingers started touching and stroking her pleasure nub.

"I'm not. And you are never getting away anymore. You're mine now", suddenly his finger entered her vagina, while his thumb massaged her clit. Her gasp stopped her track of words. She felt really full.

"Hmm, you are wet", his whisper blew hot air to her ear. He was playing with her private part now. She shuddered over the sensation, trying to focus on Nathan, when both of her holes were completely invaded. These men were sandwiching her, and Patrick was recording all these with his video camera. They were taking advantage of her still weak condition. She was beginning to enjoy it for a few seconds, a finger in her pussy, and another cock was abusing her tiny anus. Leslie's groaning grew louder and hot.

"Why is it taking so long...," she started whimpering again, obviously not liking the anal sensation.

"Ohhh... I can't hold it... damn you're tight", Leslie panted, enjoying her extreme tightness. 

As Leslie grew bigger nearing his peak, Nathan's finger was forced to exit her vagina.

"No, I don't like it. Please stop...Please...," she was crying again. Tears started raining onto Nathan. She couldn't concentrate on Nathan's command for breathing anymore. The anal sensation was very huge, she felt as if she was dumping out stools, but then it crawled back in, and back out again, and in again.

Leslie's stroking grew ferocious, he was panting profusely nearing his climax, increasing his merciless stabbing. Her begging went unheard.

"AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He suddenly pulled out and shot cum onto her silky night gown.

She slumped onto Nathan, her muscles loosened up in relief, still sobbing.

Nathan cuddled her, just like he had been doing throughout her first anal, cooing her with "Shhhh..." while stroking her hair. His arousal was throbbing, he had to release his lust, but it took him all the strength he had to wait.

Limping a bit, Leslie left the room, till there was only Patrick and Nathan left with her.

Nathan kissed her wet eyes and cheeks, licking the salty tears, and then his lips caught her mouth again, tugging her lips with it, silencing her cry. Soon, his mouth possessed hers inside out, tonguing her with burning desire. His deep growl signaling his lust. She felt she had to stop kissing him back, but she couldn't, and just didn't refuse when he rolled on top of her.

Suddenly his growl turned into a dangerous one. With a lightning speed, his penis entered her vagina, invading her with the muscular 8 inches, which was curled and hit her G-Spot unwarned. She gasped over the shock and the incredible stretch. She thought she was going to faint again, but didn't. The pain shot her, yes, but his thickness squeezed her walls and it felt wonderful, her lust welcomed the barbaric object inside with longing.

"No... Please..." She started crying again. He knew he hurt her, but his discipline just snapped. Her shudder paused him for a while. "Hush now, Love. I'm sorry, but I'm hurt too, I just can't hold it. Don't move", her cry sent thunderous vibration through her muscles to his throbbing rod. She was doing it without realizing the effect on him.

She bit her lip to stop herself from crying, but her tears couldn't stop. Nathan kissed her again, but it tortured him even more. Her soft lips and feminine smell felt wonderful to him. Her damp walls were sweet and soft but also crushing him. His agony was unbearable.

She couldn't understand what was going on with her. He was definitely hurting her. But her walls just wouldn't obey her, it was asking for more of him, and it could still never be satisfied. Her lips kept on crying no, but her desire needed more. His dick just felt wonderful to her. Something felt wild and burning in her heart, she didn't know what. She used up all of the strength left in her, to deny this, only to find that she would be defeated again.

He caressed her breasts and twisted her nipples in pinches. Still doing so, he licked and nibbled on her neck, gritting his teeth a bit into her skin. She shivered from the sensation, impossibly aroused by it all, and was slowly forgetting about the painful invasion. His huge pole was completely buried inside her vagina, forcing out a bit of her G-Spot juice. He moved ever so slowly to help her adjust.

Then he felt it, her already tight walls slightly squeezing him, but it felt like a strong clutch to his oversized pole. The urge hurting him, he let out an injured growl, of a provoked animal. Enough is enough, he just couldn't stop it. Without realizing, he gripped onto her upper arms so tightly it branded her with bruises. Though he knew he was being rough on her, he just couldn't stop himself, and started stroking his beastly manhood, in and out of her, ignoring her cry. Penetration after penetration. His tip kept on hitting her G-Spot.

"No, it hurts! Please! Stop!" She cried and tried to wiggle off, but his grip and body locked her still. She continued begging him to stop the torture.

But there he was, still brutally stroking in and out of her abused tiny cunt, his weigh welding her to the bed, producing noises of bed-rocking on the actually strong bed. His large hands still gripped her as if she were just a tiny stiff board. Mercilessly, he kept on stabbing and pounding his barbaric cock inside her invaded territory. His penetrations grew ferocious. Panting like he had just been doing a sprint, he was burning hotter. Her crying grew hysterical as his pace increased in speed.

"NOOOOO!!! Please Stop... Please Stop! Noooo! Don't!" He was stinging her with hot friction of his gigantic dick. But strangely, she was feeling a small bit of lust building inside her again, like the one she had had with his fingers the other night. Her energy was drained out after the brutal deflowering. But this exhaustion and the rough abuse inflicted by Nathan, had only made her more sensitive and lit up a wild fire inside her. It opened the gate to a forbidden garden that she had never known before.

As the fire in her mind grew brighter, her body was pounded by the great sensation. She felt so full of him, and this feeling being forced upon her, raping her walls out, had gushed out an unexplainable lust. As if possessed by a fire spirit, her womb burnt and just sucked him in, uncontrollably asking for more of him, betraying her words of denial.

Her blissful moan was very long and sweetly arousing to his ears. He couldn't understand what was going on with him or her. But something inside him made him want to prolong the mating ritual, blocking his own orgasm in a very painful agony. He started roaring but couldn't stop his pace.

She was wilting a bit, and then suddenly... a burst, she saw the bright light at the top of her peak. With a loud long wail, she squirted out her own juice, in high pressure, from her G-Spot, out through the tiny space in her over-stretched pussy lips, above his upper shaft, towards his navel. The juice was warm and plenty, shooting him like a blanket enveloping and massaging his whole arousal.

Her walls were dangerously tightening up around him, almost breaking his shaft, but also sucking him in, even when he was already buried deep inside her. He couldn't hold it anymore and was burnt in pain and pleasure. Like a mad animal, he stabbed even deeper and harder on her, loud smacking sounded from the vigorous impact of their flesh. Then with a very loud roar of animal fulfillment, it sounded like a beast wounded to his last breath, he impaled her as deep as it gets, blazing shots of semen attacked her womb in thick invasion.

He thought he had died and gone to heaven. With the last ounce of his strength, he rolled back beside her, profusely sweating, his heart beat still racing. Still holding onto Rebecca, overwhelmed and trying to catch his breath. He couldn't let go. He wouldn't if he could.

Patrick pressed the Stop Button at his camcorder, and went back to his buddies outside. Nodding, he repeated his comment 3 nights ago, "Told ya she was too tight," they chuckled and patted on his back.

She had no idea what just happened. Something must have snapped inside her. How could she have this kind of feeling about her captor, this obnoxious and rude man? Yet she was clinging onto him as if he were the only savior offered to her. She was drenched in sweat but felt anew. 

Dr Lewis came in, carrying tools for douching. Nathan waved him away, looking still defeated. Had she been paying attention, she'd notice the obedience he had towards Nathan. The man in white uniform went back out, leaving the two of them alone.

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Chapter 3

"What just happened?" 

Her voice was weak and puzzled. Still consumed by the whole ritual, she was yet to find her words.

"I can not tell you our plan yet", he still sounded defeated and had not caught on with his breath yet.

"I meant just now..." She then quit trying to explain herself. Her energy was already drained out. She'd sleep it over and worry about that later. Meanwhile, being in his arms, his chest raising and dropping just lulled her to sleep.

They slept the whole night through till late in the afternoon. She had her IV changed as soon as she woke up. But she still felt tender, and a puddle of white liquid lingered around her vagina. The Douching that she had received while unconscious on the first night, was skipped last night. Nathan had not allowed anyone near her yet. He was still cocooning her in his arms, watching her sleeping face tenderly.

She still looked the same to him. Just as naïve as she looked, back in the river behind her vacation cottage. She had thought she would not fall off the tree branch, and then thought she could fight the water current, ignoring his shouts of caution, only to find herself in danger a split second later. She was also sleeping like this after the rescue, dead to the world, quiet like an angel. Yet she bewitched him even with her eyes closed. She bewitched him then, just as she was doing now, in her sleep. Tempting him to come closer and kiss her.

He knew she was still tender. Her pussy lips glistened with his juice, swollen and sensitive. Yet he could not fight the urge to take her again and again.

She woke up with Nathan inside her. His tanned body glowing under the sun, his broad shoulders blocking her sight from the rest of the room, and his muscles completely blanketed her from the cold air. Winter must have approached. Strong wind blew and slapped against the window repetitively.

His groaning sounded hot on her ear. He was panting, and penetrating her unceasingly. He felt like an animal, taking advantage of her like that. He had totally lost control, and hated himself now, but still stroked her with his monstrous cock, feeling much like a possessed man. He could not even wait for her to wake up. Fighting his own urge, he still tried to be gentle by keeping the strokes slow and mild.

Her whimper startled him, pulling him back to reality. God, he should stop. He blinked and looked into her eyes. 

"I'm tender. You're hurting me", she whimpered.

"I'm sorry, Love. I don't know why, I just can't stop", he looked like a lost child too. She could not understand the turmoil in his heart, but the light inside her lust was already building up again. Her exhaustion and the cold air had increased her sensitivity. His penetrations had been fueling her lust in between her sleep; it was the thing that woke her up.

Her hands, very tiny and soft, touched his massive shoulders. He kissed her tenderly. The air around them was already damp and musky again from his lustful mating. He constantly reminded himself that she was still sore and tender, but her juicy walls just could not cooperate with his good intention. He knew it was involuntary, as a virgin, she had no experience in such. His enormous size was damaging her poor tiny pussy. 

He reached out to touch her clit. She gasped in reaction, his touch felt like a cup of warm chocolate, producing a slight bit of pain, but also felt pleasant at the same time. She did not know what to feel, which direction to go, just knew that her tears would continue flowing, from both the wonderfully pleasant feeling and the painfully massive size of his cock stroking her tender pussy.

"Please stop..." His greedy mouth blocked her whimper. He just could not get enough of her, and kept on digging her poor hole while kissing her, rekindling the small bit of passion she had inside her head. His low growl sent waves of shiver to her toes.

She thought she was going crazy, but she didn't care, his throbbing size started to feel wonderful to her, inviting her to taste more of the forbidden potion. The more her walls squeezed in reaction to his painful penetration, the more she craved it. His shaft was pulsing, stimulating her G-Spot as it hits her over and over again.

"No... Stop.... Please... No... Nooooooooooooooooo..." Her painful squeal turned into a cry of pleasure. She still tried to deny the wonderful orgasm with her words, but failed, unable to prevent a wave of orgasm from washing over her.

She was wilting in his arms, quiet after her own explosion of passion.

He tried to, but damn it all, he wasn't gentle to her this time either. In his mind, for years to come, he would regret doing what he was doing now. In the haste, he straddled her, using her breasts as a handle. He was squeezing them as if expecting her milk to burst out as free reward to him. He was grasping on them as he was exploding into her. His cock suddenly swelled into an unbearable size, bursting out his manly juice.

"AW! No! Please! Aw! Aw! No No No NOOOOOOOO!" She screamed her G-Spot squirts out, while waves of ecstasy claimed her again, for her second orgasm of the day. She was wetting him all over. He still stroked her, implanting his seeds deep inside her, spending out her orgasm till the end.

Panting, Nathan was the first to recover. He pressed on a red button beside the bed. Still trying to catch his breath, he lifted and carried her to a sofa next to the bed, before collapsing on it, carrying her weight with him.

Leslie and Jack appeared with clean sheets. They removed the bed sheet, wiped the layer of protective rubber mat underneath it, and rewrapped them back with the clean sheets. Again, Jack offered Nathan the Douching tools. He refused. Jack grinned. Without words, he placed a fresh piece of sleeping gown on the table, and left the room.

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Chapter 4

She didn't know when the bed sheet and her night gown were changed. But she woke up feeling sore again. Her vagina still discharged sticky white semen. She blushed remembering that those were Nathan's fluid she had been expelling, and it wet the bed, soiling the nice layer of gown on her body.

She looked at the pulsing pain at her hand, finding the source of it was a line of IV Drip. Terribly in need of using a toilet, she placed her feet on the ground, gasping a bit over the chill, found a pair of slippers provided next to her bed, and slowly walked, pushing on the IV pole.

The toilet room was spacious, just as her own was. The layout was exactly the same, only the coloring was much more pleasant. A contrast to the purpose of this evil building, she thought. Lilac Fragrance was all over the room, soothing her down. She spent rather long minutes inside it, trying to steal a moment away from the horribly monitored bedroom she was in. Compared to the beautiful bed room, this washroom was a piece of heaven to her privacy need. Or so she thought.




Magical Christmas



Another window with bars, she sighed. The color was still fresh, no rusting whatsoever. This paranoia shouldn't be necessary. She was too exhausted to attempt an escape. 

As she started to feel a bit flimsy again, she dapped paper napkin onto her sticky pussy liberally, and walked back to the bed room, slowly making her way to the restful place. Suddenly she was wavering, everything spun, and she fell on the smooth but cold floor, remembering nothing else.

She felt someone's warm embrace. Oh she hoped this was her father's. How she missed her home so much. Unaware of the reality, she mumbled, "Sorry, Father, I'll be okay" and fell back into her deep unconscious world.

A low growl next to her ear. Followed by the sound of someone's heavy breathing. She only remembered the pleasant fullness. His groaning indicated that it was Nathan. The next thing she felt, was nothing else but the same lust she had the day before. She only remembered a small part of the sweet torment building up inside her, and then she was again unconscious. This had become a repetition, either pleasant or not, she lost count of it, and her mind just assumed she might be dreaming.

She lost track of time. Waking up startled, gasping and panting, her eyes flew open. Trying to make sense of where she was, and what had happened. It was dark in the night. The chill shot her, winter had arrived. Nathan's heavy hands gently claimed her swaying body back to the bed, pulling her close to him. His warmth comforted her.

Unaware, she moved a bit and her right knee accidentally hit him on the groin. He groaned and cursed. "Watch it, Bec!" The pain wasn't as much as the stimulating sensation it caused. He clenched his jaw and counted to 10.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to", she tried to soothe the painful part by reaching out for it. But it was a wrong decision, because he was also trying to move a bit, to tell her it was okay, when she ended up accidentally poking him at the same place again. He groaned again, in both pain and the rousing sensation it caused.

"Just stay still, will you!" He went on muttering. Still feeling sluggish, she just laid still. He crossed his right limbs over to embrace and lock her in place, so she wouldn't cause further damage to his private part. The action made him swallow her body with his broad shoulders and muscular tall built. Her soft bosom felt wonderful on his muscular arm.

"I need to use the bathroom", she quietly said.

Sighing, he woke up and walked over to her side of the bed. She was already sitting up, ready to walk but suddenly gasped in surprise, because he lifted her up, and blurted out a command for her to hold up the IV bag. He carried her to the bathroom, and refused to leave when she said she needed privacy. He appeared disgruntled.

"Just do it already. Nobody here would mock you for peeing or such, it is natural stuff", he said gruffly.

"But I can't", she still insisted.

Rolling his eyes heavenward, he moved to the other side of the wall, leaving the door slightly opened.

She assumed the melodramatic action of carrying her, and the lack of bathroom privacy, was due to her fall last time, or perhaps he just wanted to prevent her from escaping. She pouted and frowned. They had been sadistic towards her private parts, why should they care about her wellbeing anyway.

Flushing the toilet, she stood and held up the IV bag. He had entered the bathroom as soon as he heard the flush. His gruff exterior proved his lack of sleep, but he smelt clean, she noticed as he carried her again.

She slept soundly that night, pretty much comforted by his warmth, despite the cold winter. He didn't. The cold air did not do any good to his provoked lust. Every time he saw her, he was bewitched, as if a Goddess of Lust had possessed him, he just couldn't get enough of her. 

The whole night he kept on recalling Dr Lewis' reminder that she was still in fragile condition, after the last time he raped her in her sleep. Well he had been rough on her, and she was still a virgin when Patrick impaled her, with his abnormally oversized cock. Her walls needed time to recover, the fainting was a strong indication. Her weak condition was understandable after a long swim, painfully losing a virginity, and then raped a few more times. Especially considering that she was no ordinary girl. The damn doctor had advised him to wait 3-5 days before entering her again.

The whole night was a torture to him. There will be another 3-5 nights, and he just can't wait, but he must.

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Chapter 5

After the bed rest and several bathroom trips for 6 nights, she woke up feeling more refreshed. Her body ache had gone. Nathan had not been raping her again. Though she noticed, his temper had grown very short like a pregnant woman's, nowadays. She was quickly recovering, and the IV Drip had been removed that morning. Only Dr Lewis and Patrick were visible. The men left her room, still discussing on whether or not some tests would be necessary. They talked as if she were to live there for a long time. Nathan was nowhere to be seen.

She took her first good look at the room, trying to find some loophole or phone. Of course, any communication device had been removed from the room. They are mean people, but they are not dumb. Sulking, she prayed that she'd find a way out soon.

After several minutes, she found no clue on how to escape the place. Admitting defeat, she sat by the sofa, looking out over the barred window. Everything was white, the snow enveloped everything, so she couldn't map out her exact location. Suddenly, on what she assumed was a roundabout fountain in front of the building, covered in snow, she saw a big built man on a beastly looking wild horse. 

The horse, brown and black, looked handsome and huge, but it had no saddle on. On top of it, she recognized its Master with broad shoulders, was Nathan. Despite the cold weather, he was wearing only a layer of long sleeve shirt. His unruly light brown hair was blown by the wind, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes. It seemed like he had just arrived from outdoor. Approaching him, she recognized Jack who was saying something to him. It was inaudible from this dual pane window, which she assumed was completely soundproof. 

Suddenly he looked up and their eyes met. His jaws clenched tight. The feeling of unexplainable fear washed over her and she grew pale all of a sudden. He didn't look too happy. Rushing inside, he left the horse to Jack, whom apparently looked afraid of it. But she didn't have time to worry about the poor old man. She had her own fear now.

His long muscular legs must have made it quick for him, to effortlessly climb the stairs and reach her bedroom. She didn't have time to tidy herself. Feeling trapped, she tried all she could to maintain her dignity. Straightening her composure, she stood still when the door flew open.

Their eyes met again, his locked hers from looking elsewhere. She greeted him.

"Why aren't you in bed?" His first question ignored her attempt to any civilized conversation.

Still maintaining in what she hoped was a regal composure, she said, "This has got to stop, Nathan. I am sick of being locked up. You owe me an explanation."

Her voice firm.

He squinted his eyes a bit. Noticing the darkened love bites on her neck, a reminder to the nights he had been forcing himself upon her, his jaws clenched tightly again. Then looking taken aback, he glared at her.

"Explanation will come later at the right time. Meanwhile, stay in bed and rest". Curtly, he dismissed her by turning his back on her.

"Fine, I'm leaving then", pissed off, she turned her back on him too. She hadn't had any belonging there, just realized then, her ego had taken the better of her. She turned again, ready to blurt out a smart remark. But it all happened so quickly. With an angry growl, he gripped her upper arms, his mouth claimed hers in a possessive greedy kiss. Sweeping her off her feet, he carried her to the bed.

Stunned at first, she was lost in his kisses. But then, reminded of the trauma, she fought him back, uncontrollable and wild. Using her nails, she scratched him.

Not wanting to hurt her, he pressed on the red button beside her bed. As soon as Leslie appeared, he called out, "Chains, Leslie, Chains!"

Leslie ran out the room, and immediately everybody else came flooding in, holding her down.

"No! No! Let me go, you brute!" She fought like a tigress. What was she thinking fighting four men at once? She stood no chance, but just wanted to go home.

Separated from the group, stunned by her brave defiance, and unbreakable spirit, he went quiet, still perplexed. Seriously considering the threat she posed upon him and herself. He could not risk endangering her, should she finally go to the extreme. But no, shaking his head, he kept on pondering...

"Nathan? Nathan!" Jack's voice pulled him back to reality, among the struggling noise and her shouting.

"Hold her still!" Dr Lewis came in, with a syringe. "No!" Nathan's command surprised the men.

"Just chain her", looking calm now, he gave out the order. Behind the calm expression, she could see a glow of fire and a chilling sparkle every time his eyes met hers. She didn't know why. Putting the syringe down, Dr Lewis helped the group cuffing her.

Soon, she was cuffed to the bedposts, spread-eagled, partially revealing the tiny panties she was in. The night gown did no good in concealing her body. 

The men were getting ready to leave. Jack approached Nathan, "Maybe your big bro should stay and help here, just in case?"

Shooting him with a glare, Nathan threw his eyes at Patrick, who was grinning and now smiling indifferently.

"It's okay... It's not my call, I guess", he patted on Nathan's shoulder. Nodding satisfaction, Nathan quit his glaring. "Just remember. After the storm's over, he will be here", Dr Lewis spoke to him in low tone.

Obeying this exchange, everybody left the room without words, leaving Nathan and her.

Approaching the bed, his voice calm but cold, piercing through her heart, "I am not going to repeat myself again. Your life is at stake. You just have to trust me, you have no choice." He concentrated real hard to control his emotion.

Although very frightened, her eyes expressed anger.

He held her lower jaw with one hand, forcing her to look at him. "And you must retain your saliva. It was not created for you to spit on me", His deep blue eyes had now turned fiery and sharp. 

She bit on her lower lip in exasperation, holding back murderous remark on him.

"If you still value your life, you just have to trust me. Your parents were very ungrateful, but I didn't expect you to turn out a spoilt brat".

She didn't know why she did it, but she spit on his face, again. His remark was just cruel and senselessly the opposite of the reality that she knew. He had no right commenting like that.

Something inside him snapped, his heart was evidently broken. Rising from the bed, he stood up. Trying to calm himself down, he walked slowly to the drawer at the wooden night stand not far from the bed.

Opening it, he took out a red tube, and shut the lid close. As he approached the bed, her eyes widened in horror, still glued onto the tube in his hand. She recognized that thing. The gel tube had "Warm Fun" written on it.

She thought she would lose her senses, but didn't, and started trembling instead. 

"No... no...," her shivered murmur sounded helpless.

She was extremely frightened, her breathing turned heavy, as she tried to release her hands from the leather cuff to no avail.

"No, please, No! No! No! No!" her tears of terror wilted his heart, but he had no choice. 

"What I am doing is for your own safety. You have to understand that. You just have to trust me," he tried to be more reasonable and talk her out. 

"Don't touch me, you pervert! Let me go! Just leave me alone!" She sounded like a cornered cat, tears escaped her eyes. 

His eyes expressed a deep sadness of a long buried pain; it looked like he was looking at a view very far, beyond her bed head, and this building, beyond the white snowy cloud. There was no release from the pain he had in his heart. The pain from years of losing everything and everyone he loved one by one. It was all because of her. She didn't know that yet. Of course, she didn't seem to care about anything anyway. Just like her parents, who didn't care about splitting and destroying his family apart.

"Don't make me do this, Becca," his voice expressed a broken heart.

"No! No! Don't touch me, you pervert! Leave me alone!" She was crying now and trying to release her cuffs again.

Nathan squeezed at the red tube, a generous amount of clear gel flowed onto his large fingers. She was severely sobbing, still incoherently crying no, her large breasts shaking. He was only a step away from her now.

"You're right. We don't need this stuff", he put the tube onto the bed, just beside her head, wiping his hands off with a paper towel. The action gained her attention. She was reduced to hiccupping.

"It was supposed to help you enjoy, it's a lubricant. But seems you have a certain trauma from using it. I can't blame you, Patrick's size was abnormal", he had no idea why he wasted his breath explaining this. She obviously wouldn't care about a single word he was saying, certainly not after their brutal treatment. But he found it soothed her down a bit. Supposing the tiny show of courtesy had given him the attention he needed, he sat beside her hip on the bed.

"I know you are still in the dark about the whole thing. But the time truly has not yet come for explanation. I know you cannot trust me. But you must. We have no choice", again, the same sentences were repeated. She just couldn't make any sense out of it.

He reached out to touch her. She jolted in reaction, drawing back to avoid his touch. She definitely hated him. He sighed. After a few more minutes of brainstorming in silence, he stood up, unfastening his shirt.

She watched as his muscles were slowly revealed by the snowy white brightness coming from the window. His tanned skin glowing like it was honey glazed. 

He stripped off his pants, and briefs, then sat back on the bed. His back still facing her.

He sighed again twice. As if reluctant to do whatever it was he had to do. She couldn't understand and kept watching his broad shoulders and smooth waist. His face was not yet visible.

Then slowly he turned around, his face still gloomy and there's a bit of sadness in his eyes. Laying down on one side, his right arm supported his weight on the bed, the other hand reached out for her body, pulling her close. Hesitantly, she let herself being pulled. The cuffs were extended, but only provided her movement as long as she stayed on the bed.

He embraced her, and then rolled on top of her. Embarrassment flushed over her face, the realization of their naked bodies pressed against each other on the bed was very improper, but his warm skin and huge body somehow clouded her mind with an unidentified lust.

Slowly he started kissing and nibbling on her neck. It was easy to find her sensitive spots, because her skin would start goosebumping. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, curling her toes. Again, her mind began craving for more. Her nipples erected, nonchalantly stronger than the rest of her goosebumping pores. Her breasts grew very sensitive. He squeezed on them, forcing her to bit down her moan.

And just when she thought she was beginning to enjoy this, he grunted in emotion, "Sorry, Darling, but duty calls." She had no idea what he meant. But soon she learnt with horror.

Quick as lightning, he parted her unexpecting legs, settled himself in between her thighs. And just before she realized what he was doing, he penetrated her dry vagina with one forceful thrust, breaking his way in, burying himself to the hilt, hitting her G-Spot walls, then waited a few seconds for her reaction. The reaction was only a jerk forward of her upper body, which was caught into his arms, and a painful gasp, sucking in as much air around her. Her eyes flew open from the excruciating pain, but her sight went blank. Tears came out of her eyes. Just like watching a slow motion picture, she thought she'd drop her head and die. But she didn't.

He had caught her, whispering to her ear, voice gruff with emotion, "I'm sorry. I love you, Becca". Couldn't make any sense out of that, she was too shocked to fight back. Like a heartless beast, he started moving, slowly stroking in and out of her limping body. Her fingers dug into his skin, gripping tight from the pain. Her tears fell, but she was dead silent, receiving blow after blow of his merciless cock inside her battered G-Spot. At first it was just an extreme pain. But then her walls started to like his presence inside her. Melting, their bodies joint together in a passionately hot mating.

Biting her lower lip, she prevented a whimper of pleasure from coming out. Her pride was injured. She was still broken hearted because he was raping her, again betraying her expectation of a proper gentle approach. He was roughly claiming her body over again. He could hear her sweet breath growing heavier, and she was whimpering. He assumed his hurting her was the cause, but he just couldn't slow down. She tried hard to deny the desire by still biting her lower lip. He proceeded stabbing her pussy, going crazy from the sensation of her sweet walls milking him. He thought he was hurting her beyond limit now.

"Please Dear, just try to catch up with me, we are running out of time... Ahhhh!" He suddenly lost trace of what he was trying to say. Without realizing what she was doing, she gasped aloud one last time, her body just gave herself completely, betraying her. Her back arched, breasts slammed onto his hard chest. Her walls clamped tightly on him, sucking him in, squirting out a generous amount of her own juice. The sensation of his curled up penis against her G-Spot was irresistibly wonderful, and he had been stimulating it incessantly. Her face expressed a blunt shock. 

What was this feeling of ecstasy? She just couldn't get enough of him. She couldn't understand it, yet her walls were still clamping tight, hurting him, sucking him deeper, even though their hips had molded together. This went on for some long few seconds.

He was surprised himself of her unexpected orgasm. He growled from the pain of her waves and waves of orgasm. But he had no chance for a pause, as her punishing clench just forced his own release to come before he had planned it to. Totally beyond his control, he spilled himself then and there, spurting all over her walls.

Their orgasm was silent, but two real loud gasps were involved when each of them reached it. Neither could explain to themselves of what just happened.

His arms supported her slumping body in his chest. He could feel her losing power. Sweat drenched their bodies. Her G-Spot juice flooded the bed and stained all over his private part.

He rolled onto his back, carrying her limp body with him, and fell asleep embracing her.

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Chapter 6

She woke up to his grunting noises and deep growling. The incredible feeling of fullness told her that he was inside her again. It was a dark cold night, the wind and snow were ferociously slapping the windows, a signal that the storm was around. His flexed muscles still provided her warmth despite his perspiration.

The loud smacking sound of her wet pussy against his muscular cock, told her that he had been raping her vigorously again in sleep. She couldn't make any sense of it all. He had been raping her over and over again like a mad animal, even when she was asleep! This had been going on for nights, as if he was rushing for a deadline. Tonight might be her 15th night there, and she was getting sore. But her lips were swelling up as the blood flow had increased around her private parts, intensifying her sensitivity. Her own juice and his accumulated amount of semen lubricated her generously. Telling her that she had been raped at least twice more while she was unconscious that night alone. 




Magical Christmas



Realizing she was awake, he paused for a while, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. His eyes caught hers. A drop of tears fell from his chin. What's this? Had he been silently crying while raping her? Surprised by the scene in front of her, instinctively her fingers reached out to touch his chin, which was drenched in his sweat and tears. Stunned by the warm fingers, he stayed still.

His weigh dropped on top of her body, supported only by his right hand, burying his face at the crook of her neck. She heard his ragged breath. His cock was still jammed inside her swollen tight pussy while he tried to catch his breath. His hands caught her cuffed wrists, holding them at each sides of her head.

"You're never leaving again", his voice completely controlled by his emotion. She couldn't understand at all. Surely he knew she was powerless. What has overcome him so?

"But you have all captured me here", she stated out this fact in her frail volume. "But... sooner or later, you have to return me..." His angry growl drowned her words, and he continued stabbing her with powerful thrusts, deeper than before. She had to shriek out in pain, "Aw! Stop! You're hurting me! No! Stop!"

He didn't stop as she started crying. The slamming grew stronger. He was fucking her like an uncontrollable mad beast. The strong bed was impossibly rocking from the shaking he caused. Her breasts bounced hard, stroking his chest, and her chains clinking from the rough penetrations. She couldn't make sense of anything that's happening. She felt like a high magnitude earthquake shook her. Her crying and screaming turned hysterical, as his stroking grew hotter and rougher. He was mad!

His roaring grew louder. As if possessed by a devil, ignoring her screams, he mercilessly pounded on her G-Spot. She couldn't control her own body anymore, the wild rough sex forced her to squirt beyond her will. With a last scream of No, she let the waves of orgasm claimed her. Her juice washed all over him. 

He slowed down a bit but not stopping, reacting to her clamping walls, releasing her left wrist only to reach out for her swollen clit above his angry pulsating cock. Her left hand helplessly tried to push and pound his chest away, but he wasn't budged. His touch on her clit made her jump, it burned. She was incoherently crying, begging him to stop. "No! Please! I'm very tender. No! Aw! Aw!"

His fingers were gentle. Sensuously circling, enveloping, and stroking her. It made her jump, and her walls clenching at each contact, producing clinking noises from her chains. Squirts of juice flew out each time. She was forced to surrender to the shamefully multiple wet orgasms. Her tears kept on flowing. He was robbing off her orgasms, even as she cried and begged him to stop.

Suddenly he withdrew and thrust back into the deepest he could get, and slapped onto her clit. A loud long scream of pain and pleasure escaped her. Eyes flew open, as jets of her juice spurted all over him again. She thought she had died and gone to heaven. The sensation of him swatting her clit had incredibly intensified the orgasm, it was the biggest orgasm she ever had, or so she thought at that second.

He paused for a while, leaving his cock inside her convulsing pussy. Still panting in emotion, he nibbled on her neck, adding more passionate hickeys all over. He was consumed in a burning fire of endless desire. Each hickey made her whimper in protest and pleasure, she was burnt in lustful desire and orgasm, unaware that the storm was trapping the building with darkness and chill. 

Then with another series of swatting, he intimately slapped and stroked her abused clit, while still stroking her battered pussy with his punishing length. Each impact sending more of her juice to flow out, flooding the whole bed and blanket. She thought she had gone insane. Hysterically screaming like a mad lady, waves of orgasm and jets of her juice gushed out uncontrollably. This went on for minutes of the intense brutal rape.

Just when she thought she could take no more orgasm attack, and her private parts began to get seriously hurt, she sobbed, "No... Please... No more...I can't...." He pinched her clit and gripped her right breast, while burying himself deep into her, shooting her womb with his fertile cream. She let out a squeal of an injured puppy and clamped him with one last clutch before she passed out.

He collapsed onto her left half. Thoroughly consumed by emotion and orgasm, he knew he had knocked her out senseless with the explosive orgasms. He didn't know what had gotten into him, again.

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Chapter 7

She woke up late in the afternoon the next day, in a fresh piece of comfortably soft gown. Finding IV Drips were again installed on her hand. Exhaustion swept away any question she had. The snow had enveloped the building, but the storm had gone, and there were noises of people shoveling outside. In a blurry vision, she saw Nathan sitting on the sofa. He was in a dark blue night robe, hands propped on his forehead, covering his face, deep in his thought. He seemed to be in the dark himself. It was the first time she saw him in such image. Right after the night that he cried and madly raping her, spilling a bit of hint that she might be the cause of all this mess.

Mustering as much strength left in her, she sat up on the bed, propping the pillows against her back.

"What did I do to you?"

Her question startled him from the silent brainstorming. He looked up and found her sitting on the bed. She was unconscious when he had changed her the night after his brutal invasion. He had been spending hours of regret and disappointment in himself for the roughness. He also spent more hours thinking about the past and his plans. He found that everything about her was driving him mad, pushing him beyond his limit. He was a gentle good man, not the inhumane beast raping her last night.

"What did my parents do to you?" Her next question pulled him back to reality. He had been starring blankly at her without realizing.

Rage passed his deep blue eyes for a split second. But quick to control himself, he stood up, approaching her in graceful pace. She kept quiet, waiting for his answer, and not buckling when he sat down beside her on the bed.

"I will take off your cuffs if you promise me you'd be good", his puffy eyes held hers intensely.

He was no longer the insane beast he had been last night. She nodded obediently, but still expecting him to answer her questions.

"And no more trying to escape", he added.

She nodded again.

He took a key out of his robe pocket and unchained her. Her wrists and ankles were unharmed, because of the lengthy chains provided for her to move on bed. He had been meaning to keep her alive and take care of her wellbeing, apart from the abuses he inflicted upon her pussy this whole time.

She was unrestrained now, but still did not budge. They sat side by side on the bed. Her gaze held his eyes, which starred blankly at his huge feet. Moments of silence followed.

He did not move on the bed, still deep in his thoughts. After long moments of consideration, he started speaking.

"My father, Stephen, was an American, but he was a farmer in France. We were hired to look after you", he paused for a while, but she remained silent, not wanting to stop him.

After a sigh, he continued,

"You might not remember it. You were 6, carefree and lively. Patrick, my brother, was in a convent in England that your parents paid for. My parents were indebted to your parents, an amount of loan with very high interest. But my father, a very trusting man, saw further into the future. Your parents promised him possible partnership from his harvest.

I remember that day vividly. My ailing Maman, her name was Marie ..." he paused for a while, trying to suppress the sadness in his tone.

"She could not help my father, who was sent to another errand faraway in the city, by your mother. So she asked me instead. Your mother, Claire, gave me a disapproving look, the same look since the first time she saw me. Clearly she did not like the idea, but your father wanted to give us a chance.

So there I was, walking to your cottage alone and was late by only 10 minutes. I couldn't find you anywhere. Nobody else was in the cottage. Your parents had left you for an urgent meeting. I ran around searching for you, but you were nowhere to be found. Suddenly I heard you singing. You were deep in the forest, using a tree branch as your balance beam, above a strong current river heading towards the fall".

A slight fear evident in his voice.

"I shouted out to warn you. But you were singing and giggling and the fall noise drowned every words. So I ran..." His voice a bit hoarse.

"I saw you fell and jumped in to save you, but the current just kept you out of my reach. I swam as fast as I could. And just when I thought I had caught you..." 

"We both fell..." Finishing his sentence, she gaped at her own words. She remembered. He nodded, and continued.

"You were unconscious. I thought you were dead. The fall had too much water at the bottom, instead of rocks. The water saved us, but you swallowed too much of it. Didn't know what to do, I stripped off my clothes to wrap you, and tried to resuscitate you. That's when Claire arrived.

She tore you away from me, slapping me, yelling her accusations at me, and hysterically called on for help. Maman, too ill and weak, pale faced, she dragged herself towards us. Your father came with his secretary, a big man called Arthur, yelled words of firing us all. Maman begged him, apologizing, but Arthur pushed her away", his shoulders were shaking a bit. 

"Everybody paid attention only to you, ignoring my ailing Maman who fell on the water. I rushed to help her. But they thought I wanted to grab you. Your father hit me, sending me to a fall myself. They quickly fled, leaving only me and my Maman. She was shivering in fever. I tried to carry her myself, but I was too tiny that time. Nobody else was around to help us. 

I ran to the nearest village for help, but the distance could only be reached by cars. Realizing that, I went back to your cottage, the nearest there was. A man was there, I didn't recognize him, but I shouted out for help. He didn't do anything, just yelled me away.

I took a blanket and dry clothing from your laundry basket, put it in your wooden trolley, and pushed it as fast as I could. I pushed Maman in the trolley, away from the waterfall. I changed Maman, the way I changed you. I pushed the trolley to our home. Poor Maman, she was burning with fever when I left her to call for help..." He couldn't stop his tears and the quivering voice.

Her mind was revolting, trying to make sense out of the story. Her parents had been very rude and uncaring, because she was unconscious. They must have thought Nathan was trying to harm her at the waterfall.

"The doctor came. I went with them to the Hospital, I was scared of letting Maman go alone. Jack and Leslie helped me to find my father. He didn't buy the ticket for your flight back because he was very worried about Maman. She was in the Intensive Care Unit for her fever. The doctor must have thought we were related to your parents, because that was the latest news that had reached him. He said a series of long treatment will be given, and that she will be okay after that. Relieved after hearing the news, I left them, sitting on the waiting bench at the corridor. 

That's where I heard a commotion, your parents were arguing. I caught words of "brutes", "harming Becca", and "fired". I couldn't care about it anymore. I went into your room, saw you sleeping innocently. My curiousity drove me to kiss you, I just wanted to know how it taste. 

That's when suddenly your father came in, still emotional after the argument. He pulled me out and threatened me to stay away. Claire came in behind him, shrieking and screaming, accusing me for a theft I didn't do, and then for sexually abusing her daughter. She told your father that I had been stripping my clothes off, dragging you out of a waterfall, that's where she found you unconscious with your dress torn. I tried to straighten things out, I did try to explain, but he hit me and I fell on my back again. People started to think that I had thieved, and then abused the daughter of a billionaire till she was admitted to the hospital.

Nobody believed me, except Jack, Leslie, and their close families. 

The next day, Doctor told my father that they had to withdraw the offer of long treatment. You parents had severed all ties with us and flew back to your country, nursing you back to health. 

The blow shocked my father. Very heart broken and disappointed, he tried to find loans for the medical treatment. He even worked double job. But nobody would loan us, especially since your parents had left an impression; that we imposed harm to our helpers, and that we were a bunch of thieves. Even Patrick was abandoned; nobody cared enough to send him back to us. He made his own way home.

The Doctor helped us all he could, but the bills were too high to cover", he paused to control his emotion again.

"After Maman's passing, father was very heartbroken. He worked himself over, kept on blaming himself...," Tears fell off his chin.

"Despite our effort to work for his wellbeing, he was too heartbroken, and had no will to live. Finally, a Tuberculosis claimed his life. He left us when I was 14.

A year after that, a Baron came looking for Maman and his good friend Stephen. Heartbroken, he took us with him, and adopted us. That's where I saw you in Patrick's new school, all posh and well guarded. Just like when Maman fell on the water, all attention was drawn only to you." He couldn't continue explaining. His grieve was slowly shredding its layers.

She didn't know how much had happened behind her back. Consumed by her own disappointment, she too, shed tears. She was very disappointed at her parents. Firing his family was logical, but cutting back the medical expenses and spreading the rumours...

A realization hit her. Of course they hated her. She had ripped his family apart. She was the cause of these 2 deaths and tragedy.

"I'm disappointed and ashamed. You may punish me if you want, I deserve that," She just stared blankly at her own feet. The shamefully well-pedicured nails had grown long, the proof of her ignorantly pampered life only increased her guilt.

"It's much more complicated than that. We can not always get what we want just like that, can we?" His voice turned colder now.

Patrick came in abruptly, interrupting their conversation. He seemed a bit bewildered and pale.

"The irritating Secretary has arrived, Nathan. Father sent him ahead."

Nathan jumped from the bed, rushing through the door, following Patrick. They seemed to be in a rush. A slight commotion was heard outside the room, but she just stayed still, spent in her own thoughts about the story. It took her a while to digest everything and accept the facts.

Suddenly after what seemed like a few minutes, the door swung open. An elderly man with crooked nose came in, and impatiently approached her. She noticed he was wearing a formal suit. 

"Is this what you call proper, Nathan? He sent me here to inspect, and... and... Goodness! My employer will not be pleased with this. I shall meet him half way, and tell him myself," he certainly didn't look too pleased himself. Pointing a finger at her, his glare was directed to Nathan.

Patrick looked a bit infuriated. He stood forward to protect his brother, blurting out," The business is between us and Lord Gerard, William. Why isn't he here now?"

Shaking his head in disapproval, the old man withdrew himself, muttering something about The Baron coming soon. The group left the room still debating, about matters that certainly concerned her but she couldn't put an A into B.

She spent the rest of the day alone in the bed room, losing all will to flee. She was sitting on the sofa when Leslie came in, carrying a tray of dinner for her. It was her first dinner in the place, but she definitely wasn't enjoying it to the fullest. Nathan's words kept on ringing in her mind; of how rude her father was to him, and how arrogant they had been. She just found it hard to swallow her food. 

Then as if he were able to read her mind, Leslie spoke to her in soft tone.

"Nathan is a good man. So is Patrick, and Jack. As for me, hell I've been wondering if I am too. But one thing is for sure; we do not want to harm you", her gaze still blank, starring at him like a little girl who had no idea what he was talking about.

She was lost. He knew that. After the whole trauma she had been through, and the blow of the story about the truth, he would've lost all appetite to eat if he were her either.

"There was a change of plan. I can not tell you anything. Nathan deserves telling you himself", he continued quickly as her expression turned hopeful.

"You were supposed to be with Patrick, but hell, he sure has his way with women", Leslie laughed. As if she'd understand it, he had continued talking to himself. And then realizing his error, he placated it by saying, "He is the biggest, even in college", she understood then, but couldn't understand why they had treated her with humiliation.

"Still there is no need for abducting and raping me", she blurted out, looking very fired up.

Then, the odd came back; as if avoiding being overheard, he lowered his head, whispering in her ear, "Nathan will tell you everything himself. We have a good reason why we did what we did, you just have to trust us".

She blinked her eyes, didn't know what to say to that. The mysterious approach was one thing. But keeping her away from her rights of explanation, was very absurd.

"I would like to talk to Nathan, Please." Her voice firm.

He looked at her quietly. Also blinking once.

"Sorry, Lady, he said now is not the time for explanation. You can't bother him now while he is working his ass off for your sake. Please try to understand."

She glared at him, defiantly challenging him with a threat, "I don't care, I deserve an explanation now, or I swear I will leave you guys wilt in jail."

Suddenly he pushed her onto the bed and grabbed her, pinning her down. She had no chance to struggle, and was too shocked by the abrupt change of atmosphere.

His face was very close to hers, lips almost touching her ear, no longer the gentle Leslie she knew.

"Quit struggling. Listen to me carefully. I don't care if you were to use your posh influence on me, hunt me down, or send me to jail right after this. But I can tell you one thing. You'd better be obeying Nathan, for everybody's sake. You've done enough damage to our lives. Now, for once in your life, quit being a selfish crybaby. You got that?" His voice left no room for argument, hands burnt her wrists in painful grip.

She was quite surprised by the tone of desperation in his words. Strange, but she also found them actually afraid of harming her, despite all the humiliation and crime they did upon her.

His volume dropped a bit, but still in a threatening tone, "Now, you are not to mention this conversation to anyone. Got that?"

She nodded quietly.

He released her and stood up on his long legs. Then as if nothing had happened, he asked her if she was done with her dinner. Still puzzled, she said yes, and let him leave her alone, carrying the tray of her leftover.

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Chapter 8

Nathan came back that night. Looking distressed and tired, he shut the door, took off his boots, and crawled into the bed, getting under the cover. She was sound asleep. The moonlight glimmered a bit on her lustrous black hair. He reached out to pull her curling body closer to him. He liked the feel and scent of her. She had taken a shower after dinner, using a drop of the Lilac soap he provided for her. He hoped she had abandoned all thoughts of trying to escape after the explanation last night. Damn he was exhausted.




Magical Christmas



Sighing, he took a deep inhale of her scent. He exhaled and found the scent comforted him.

"Umh... Nathan?" she was half awake.

"Shh... go back to sleep, Honey."

"I'm cold.... Glad you're here..." She was murmuring, getting back into slumber.

He smiled. His captive had given him much more trust than he deserved.

"Nathan?" Hmmm, why didn't she sleep?

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. For everything...," she was drowsing away to sleep again.

She was sincere. His loving smile was also true. He didn't know how to describe his feelings for her. She had driven him mad. Tearing apart his plan, and blinded him away from their initial purpose. But God, she did change everything. Everything was not the same, since the first time their eyes met again in the woods, when her virginity was ripped away from her.

He sighed again, inhaling her scent was getting addictive. He moved a bit to smell her behind the ears. It was intoxicating. She had been giving this effect every time he inhaled her scent, every time she slept. Damn, even in her sleep, she was giving him this lust potion, with or without her shower. She was soft all over, and smelt feminine.

Before he realized it, he was already nibbling at her neck, kissing, and licking all over her skin. He left hickeys all over her again, but he didn't care and just couldn't get enough of her. He was loving her skin, sucking on it, sometimes sharply, leaving his marks on her. She snuggled up against him, enjoying the loving comfort he gave her. His mouth felt like a wet vacuum suckling on her, sometimes teething her with pleasant pain.

He went on sucking her all over, until she was whimpering an erotic sound of passion, enjoying the lovely effect he made her feel. She might not be aware of it, but her accommodating responses made him hard.

He slowly moved lower, sucking the skin on the upper part of her sensitive breast again. Trying to leave a mark there, but found it hard to do because her breasts were firm and full of flesh. He tugged on it and gritted his teeth instead. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable in her sleep, a lustful fire burnt inside her. His sleeping angel moaned softly in protest, shifting a bit.

His hands began cupping the underside of her breasts, feeling the firm roundness. Slowly he continued licking on her breast, charging forward to her erected nipple. His hand reached the other side of her breast, squeezing it. It felt so soft against his calloused hand. Then his thumb stroked her nipple. She moaned, instinctively moving closer to him. At this time, his mouth had reached her nipple. Claiming it, he suckled on it like a baby sucking out of a milk bottle, his greedy mouth covered as much area as possible. She thought she was going crazy. Clear hot fluid beginning to flee her tiny opening. Her moan sounded erotic, more like a whimper, begging him for more.

His hand reached lower, to her almost bald clit. It was soft pink. The moonlight was dim but he remembered every inch of her body. He flicked it once, then continued gliding his fingers up and down. His calloused fingers had rough texture, but her wetness lubricated it. Her heart jolted in a pleasantly amazing longing. She just wanted the sensation to repeat over and over again. Her whimpers increased, urging him to give more.

His mouth greedily tried to take in more of her breast, sucking it in, his teeth circling the outer ring, waking her in a painful erotic pleasure.

"Nathan?" Startled, she sounded afraid but passionate. Still sucking, suddenly his hands rewarded her with a pinch on the other nipple and clit at the same time.

"Oh Nathan..." She couldn't stop a surprised orgasmic cry, as her cum spreading on the bed sheet.

A wave of unfamiliar orgasm claimed her. She grew furious because this time he wasn't inside her.

"Please...you're driving me crazy...," she cried out. Tears wet her cheeks. Didn't know what she was asking for.

He tore her night gown apart, despite her exposed parts that he had been touching. Immediately, he parted her legs, and settled himself in between. His cock pulsating, trying to hold back his own urge from spilling his seed then and there.

"What... No...I'm sore... No..." Her realization was too late. His head was already at her pussy lips.

"Shhh, Baby, you need my help to reach there...," He paused his action, fighting the urge to just take her like he had many times before.

"No, please, not that, it hurts... you're too big... please," Her traumatized body subconsciously shutting her holes to deny him, she was beginning to sob again, begging him to find another alternative.

Her cry shook his tip a bit. He felt her pussy lips quivering, in fear and a fight against the urge for a fulfillment.

"Ah, but I will be careful this time. I promise it will feel much nicer...," he was throbbing, this torment was too much. He tried to make her forget all the fear, by kissing her again. Slow and gentle.

She loved it whenever he kissed her. His male scent just intoxicated her.

Giving her no time to guard herself, he shoved a bit inside her. Only his mushroom head managed to get in when she started squealing in pain, his thickness stretched her apart. Pausing, he felt her pain because her bones just prevented him from going deeper.

He covered her mouth with his, preventing her cry from being overheard by anyone else.

"Shhh... it's all in your mind, Rebecca. It's all in your mind. Give yourself more confidence. It always fit when I was raping you in your sleep, didn't it? You can do this. Calm down now. Shhhh...," his hands caressed her hair now, cuddling her, trying to comfort her.

This was the first time she felt his hugeness at a fully alerted state of mind. She was much more accommodating in unconsciousness; her trauma was the only thing that made her body refusing him. He didn't give her time to think twice. No longer than seconds later, he shoved an inch deeper, forcing her to stretch further. His upper body still pressed hers, trying to absorb her pain.

This time her crying and squealing grew a bit more hysterical, begging him to stop. He was forcing her to feel his thickness. His nerves on the shaft were popping out, ready to burst out his cum.

"Oh God, Baby, I really wish to stop the pain, but I can't, I have to do this. I'm hurt too," He gazed deep into her eyes.

"You're hurt too...?" She didn't realize that.

"Yes, I'm hurt too... But it feels good... Doesn't it feel good to you too?" He wasn't lying. His monstrous size was contrast to her extremely tight hole.

"It does... But why... why does it have to hurt..." She started sobbing again, tears dropped to her hair. She couldn't understand why this was happening.

"Shhh... we can do this, Okay? Do you trust me?" he cupped her cheeks with his large hands, lifting her face to look at him. His blue eyes caressed deep within hers. Still quivering and sobbing, she slowly nodded. She was being honest, there was something about his eyes that made her trust him.

He shoved again an inch deeper, feeling her spongy walls resisting him. His words did no good in soothing her down, as he himself sounded gruff in emotion. He just couldn't help it. This delay was killing him.

"Remember the fall behind the cottage, Becca? Remember you've been swimming? You've turned out a good swimmer now. You've overcome the life and death trauma before. Remember? It's all just in your mind, Becca", God, he really did love her.

"It's all just in your mind", he shoved again another inch deeper as he said this last sentence. Her scream was unbearable, it tore through his heart.

"You're hurting me... You're hurting me... Please...," her cheeks drenched in tears.

He reached down to touch her clit. It was almost dry now. Her wetness had been blown dry by the cold air and the delay. He had been forcing himself into her, all dry.

Wetting his thumb with his own saliva, he touched her clit with it, then stroked up and down her sensitive nub. Meanwhile still whispering loving words to her ears. His other hand still held her close. Ah, he truly loved her. His words were no lie.

He was still halfway imbedded inside her. If he could look down, he'd see his shaft.

Just when he felt her starting to loosen up a bit, forcefully he shoved all the way in, hitting her G-Spot, then the end of her cervix. He forced her to feel the full length of him. Her pain was incredible. Her walls trembled. He knew he'd hurt her. Her shrieking was making her hoarse.

"I'm sorry, Becca. I love you. I love you," he really meant those words, and whispered them over and over again to her ears. She was crying, but could hear his voice too.

She tried to concentrate on his sweet words. He waited a while, allowing time for her trembling walls to adjust, it was torturing him. Her inside felt as good as her outside, he thought.

Slowly her walls started to like his massive invasion and the stretching. Craving for him to continue, she shifted a bit. He groaned, trying to control his agony. Damn, Patrick was right, she was too tight for any man.

"No, Becca, stay still... Oh Good God!" his cursing was because she shifted a bit to the left; she just couldn't help it and wanted more of him. He thought he was going to spill his seed then and there, but didn't.

His hands locked her wrists at each side of their heads. She wiggled her hands till their fingers entwined each other's. She really needed his strength now, and she loved the feel of his large rough hands against her skin.

He clenched his jaws, warning her in deep dangerous tone," Becca, for the last time, Please don't move. Let me... AAAAHHHH," he couldn't stop an animal roar from coming out of him. His discipline just snapped, all because she just couldn't understand herself, and had wiggled her hips a bit, trying to take him deeper.

She had driven him crazy, no, mad! With animal groaning and loud growling, he withdrew, and forcefully just slammed his monstrous cock deep inside her. He repeated this over and over again. Each thrust increasing in speed. He stroked very forcefully and uncontrollably, as if possessed by the devil again, ignoring her cries and squealing.

The powerful force of his thrusts shook her body violently like a wine shaker, her breasts bounced up and down, and her heart jumped at each penetration.

Loud smacking noises were heard as his burning cock slammed into her wet pussy relentlessly. His nerves on the shaft were pulsating again. His balls slapped on her butt cheeks. His ears felt numb, he couldn't hear her hysterical scream nor cry. God, he had turned into this beast again. He had never been like this with anyone else before. She just drove him crazy. Her walls clutched him painfully, and her juice starting squirting out. His hands that had been holding her down, began to burn hers.

She was slowly reduced to whimpering. His brutal stabbing had been painful at first, but as minutes went by, and he didn't reduce his speed, her shocked walls began to like him. Uncontrollably, she wished for more, and couldn't stop her soft moaning. It sounded very erotic.

Yes, this he heard. He was surprised at the abrupt change of noises coming out of her. It came rumbling from deep within her throat. She was burning in desire.

He tried to slow down a bit. But she whimpered his name. He thought he'd surrender anything to her.

"Nathan... Please... Oh Nathan..." She didn't know what she was begging him for. Her body just went uncontrollable too, her walls beginning to clench and tremble from lust, releasing squirts of shameful fluid. Decreasing his speed, he raised his upper body slightly to look into her face. She was flushing in the fire of lust. His deep blue eyes burnt with passion. Hers were misty, in steamy desperation.

"I love you, Rebecca," his voice was husky and gruff in emotion. She cried again, didn't know why. She just loved the words coming out of him, and didn't want him to stop the mating ritual. She thought she was just going crazy because he slowed down.

"Please... Nathan... Don't stop... please...OH!!!" Her last gasp was caused by him forcefully impaling her in high speed again, shaking her and everything around her. She thought a strong earthquake shook her on the rocking bed again. Luckily she was not so close to the bed head, she could've bumped herself unconscious there. No, his hands on her hips had pulled her back down again, and again, as his cock shook her very roughly. 

Then came the first wave of her orgasm. She couldn't stop it," No No No Don't stop pleaseeeee..." she started squealing in orgasm. He wasn't stopping nor reducing the stabbing, but she was on fire. 

Like a mad lady, she just cried and begged him for more, urging him to stroke harder, "Harder please... Oh no don't stop, God please don't stop!" Her orgasm came wave after wave, consuming her, but the lustful fire burnt brighter. This is very improper, definitely inappropriate, very unladylike, many times her logical mind flashed in, but she couldn't care anymore. She was burning!

He thought he was going to die. Uncontrollably panting, he held his own orgasm back. Experience told him that she was going to have the biggest orgasm on earth. Her multiple orgasm challenged his stamina. He thought he was going to burst. His cock was violently rocking her and the bed.

In the control room, Patrick thought she was killing his brother. Her prolonged unstoppable lust could claim any man's life. He was going to stop them when Jack's grip on his shoulder forced him to stay. "Don't," he warned the concerned brother. Leslie gave a silly grin.

Just two more orgasms, Nathan counted each time she clamped him and squirted out her juice. He tried to think of the swim in icy lake, but failed. She felt the soreness, but just wanted it so badly, she was going crazy and hot.

"If you stop I'll rape you..." she was crying when she said this threat, nobody would believe this petite lady, but he understood well her urges.

"Say it, Rebecca," He demanded, almost crying for a release himself.

"Nathan... Oh God, Nathan Please don't stop...," she started squirming, and thought she would explode from the incredibly wonderful sensation this orgasm started to wash over her. His hard thickness felt so nice whenever it poked her G-Spot.

Her wail started, it was very long and erotic, and anyone hearing it would feel the incredible sensation she was feeling. She was embracing it, letting it wash all over her. So was her cum washing all over his dick and their bed. The big orgasm went on for 15 long seconds. He thought he was dead and gone to heaven. Her walls just kept on punishing him, almost breaking him into pieces. Failing to control himself anymore, on her 14th second of orgasm, his pulsating cock just exploded, spurting his own seed deep inside her womb.

His loud growl and her wail of orgasm struck the whole room and corridor.

Patrick had to count to 20 after their noises stopped, trying to brace himself to get in and check on his brother. Jack and Leslie held him still. Their grinning expression still surprised. 

"Wow..." Leslie was the first to find a word, clearly amazed by the scene they had been monitoring, through the spying mirror.

After what seemed like a minute, Jack was the first to open the door out, walked to the corridor, and entered Rebecca's bedroom. Patrick and Leslie followed him. They hurried over to the pile of Nathan's body collapsing on top of Rebecca. As improper as it was, their interruption of rolling Nathan from her top was a great relief to her. She had not been able to breathe, but could not find the strength to remove him.

"Leave us," still gruff and hoarse, trying to catch his breath, Nathan said out his order in low tone. It sounded like a low growl.

Looking at each other, the three men seemed relieved because Nathan was apparently still alive, so was she, who had been gasping for air since they pulled Nathan away from her. Being humiliated all this time, this extreme lack of privacy did not bother her anymore.

"And turn it off," He meant the video recorder in the control room. Patrick nodded.

Nathan gathered all the remaining strength he had, to reach out for her again, and embraced her before he surrendered into the deep slumber.

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Chapter 9

She woke up feeling sore. It was already half past ten. Partially dragging herself, she managed to reach the night stand for a glass of water. Her bed had been changed, and she found herself already in a creamy house dress, the patterns bearing small bit of petals at certain areas, and white cotton lace rims. An image of the provider came across her mind. She saw no sign of Nathan. Peeking out the window, she saw nothing but the white snow. It covered the whole greenery, the driveway, and even the black tip of the roundabout fountain was no longer visible. The shoveling had cleared up the road, but fresh snow accumulated around it again. This time, there was no way for him to be riding the horse.

Sitting at the sofa, she took her time to devour half a jar of biscuit. Strange, seemed the occupants of this house were too busy to monitor her from the control room this morning. She suspected nobody else was at the other side of that wide mirror.

Half an hour passed by, still no sign of anybody else. She went to the bathroom to wash up, noticing her white towel had been changed to a pink one. How considerate, she thought. She wondered who and how they managed to change and clean everything, even her body, without waking her up. She scoffed at her own foolishness. Of course, she had been maintained by Nathan himself. Beginning to favor the Lilac soap, she spent another half hour inside. Afterwards, she applied a matching Lilac Body Lotion, carefully avoiding the sensitive parts.

Satisfied of pampering herself, she walked back to her bedroom, when she saw Nathan sitting on the sofa, reading. He was still in his usual working attire; a white shirt, overlapped by a gold waistcoat with minimum embroidery, a matching silk tie, and pants. His boots still wrapped around his huge feet. There was no third layer of suit. She frowned a little, how could anyone stand the chill outside? This man in particular, he had been wearing merely one or two layers of clothing.

Aware of her presence, he looked up, smiling, then removed the book. He laid back on the sofa, hands stretched out, and tilted his head slightly; gesturing her to come over, which she obeyed. His curly light brown hair was neatly combed, a final touch to his gorgeously handsome feature. She couldn't help but started to feel fluttery and light headed when he opened his arms to welcome her in his embrace. Everything he did or said could easily make her blush these days, especially over such show of affection, after what happened last night.

Attempting to conceal her embarrassment, she buried her face deep in his chest, ignoring the stiff fabric, which smelled good. He was so irresistibly charming. And most importantly, there was something in his deep blue eyes that made her curious. Almost impossibly, she could feel his love for her growing stronger each day, like a forbidden fruit allowed to breed under fertile soil. Apart from the nightly abuses and lack of explanation, he made her feel so loved and important, surrounding her with endless aura of comfort, protection, and tender love. The feelings were unexplainable. 

"Did I hurt you last night?" His question was direct and pretty much intensified her blush. She was glad he couldn't see that at this angle.

"A bit. I feel sore," she failed to hide the embarrassment in her voice. He smiled, caressing her shoulders.

As an effort to divert her embarrassment, she asked, "Why have you been outdoor?"

"Helping Patrick out at the greenhouse. His workers are still trapped in the storm, and the flower is ready for distillation."