7 comments/ 71605 views/ 10 favorites Taking the Virgin Ch. 01 By: gotsitgood987 Lying in bed, the nineteen-year-old Kristi thought about a lot of things. Late at night her mind worked the best. She contemplated why life was the way it was, she constantly tried to understand the things of the world working around her. She was the type of girl who was open to new experiences as long as she had the power to back out. Finally, after an hour or so of thinking, she fell asleep. Her eyes drifted shut and the beautiful powers of her dreams overtook her. There was a man, walking down a path in the middle of a forest. Kristi watched him, tentatively stepping backwards. He looked up, hearing the crunching of the leaves underneath her feet. Her body shivered as he got closer and closer, her temptation to run was almost unbearable. She twisted her upper body, commanding her feet to turn with her. Suddenly, she felt her face hit the sticks and leaves that, just a moment ago, had been underneath her. Her legs didn't want to move, her body was unable to run. Steadily the man stepped closer to her; he was now close enough that she could hear his footsteps, though they sounded muffled, as if he was walking on carpet. Kristi shook her head, trying to make her ears work again. She looked up, and suddenly he was only feet from her. He gracefully bent down, grabbed her upper arm, and pulled her to her feet. Kristi looked at him in awe; he spent no effort picking her up. Her jaw dropped slightly and she started stammering the words "Thank you." Kristi started to turn to walk away, planning on following the path that the man had followed to find her, but the man held more tightly to her arm. She looked at him, and watched his determination to have her grow behind his dark eyes. Sheer panic took over her body. Her fists threw out uncontrollable blows, her feet kicked and flailed, and when she believed that his grip on her had been severed, she started to run. Her feet hit the gravel path hard as she pounded away from him, losing herself in the dark trees. "I will find you," a deep voice growled. Kristi ran even harder. The man was somehow still against her ear, at least that's how it sounded. She closed her eyes and put all her effort into running. After a few minutes of full-out, hard core sprinting, she felt herself winding down. No, she thought, I can't stop. I can't let this happen... not tonight. Her legs wouldn't obey her mind, and she slowed her pace. Her breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps. With the last bit of determination in her, she took a deep breath and held it in. Kristi pushed her body to its limits, her muscles burning with the desire to stop and rest, but her mind telling her to keep going. She maneuvered between short and spiny trees, darted around the thicker trunks, and felt lashes from low-hanging branches as they cut the soft skin of her face. She took another deep breath in, held it deep inside her chest, not letting herself exert energy for anything but moving her legs. She could hear her shoes crunching the small sticks and leaves on the forest floor, she could hear the crunches slow, she felt her mind lose the will to keep running. Knowing that she couldn't keep going, she looked for a good spot to hide. After seeing many options, and disregarding them as too obvious or too uncomfortable, she saw a platform high in the trees. She remembered the saying that "people never look up" so she began to climb the tree. Her legs slipped and her hands scraped against the bark, but she pushed herself higher and higher. Her hand gripped the edge of the planks that made the shooting platform, and she pulled herself up. Once she got her knees onto the wood, she curled into a small ball, breaths coming in pants and her heart racing. Kristi leaned her head over the edge of the uneven boards, and watched below her. She heard him at first, the steady determination of his steps frightening her all the more. She turned slowly; following the sound of his boots, looking to what she thought was the east. Again, she heard a deep voice just beside her left ear, "You are the hunted, not the hunter my sweet one." Kristi turned her head sharply to her left, her body pulsing with fatigue. She knew, somehow, that he knew where she was. She still couldn't see the shadows of his body rising over the hills, but he had to be near her. She pushed her throat closed, preventing breath from escaping her chest, and she listened. She could still hear his steps, but they sounded farther away now than they had before. She let her breath out, slowly and quietly, and decided to try to get some sleep. As soon as she lay her head down, she lost consciousness. She slept fitfully, she didn't have enough room to move, and she had to stay curled into a ball because the platform was too small for her to take the chance of stretching out. Daylight rose over the horizon and the warmth of the sun's rays caressed her chilled skin. The slight change in her temperature woke Kristi instantly. She looked around, still filled with fear from what happened the night before. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, and so she stood and stretched. Pushing her arms high above her head, she felt her shoulders and elbows pop, releasing the tension from her uncomfortable night. She tilted to her left, pulling the muscles of her side loose again, and she saw movement in the distance. One slight glimmer reflecting the sun's light onto her face. Kristi ducked down; stealthily she crawled to the edge of the boards again. She watched the trees near where the shining light had come from. She saw nothing. She kept watching for a few minutes, her mind replaying the fear from the night before. The chase, the hiding, and the waiting were replaying in her mind. The sheer panic returned, gripping her tightly as she saw a dark figure emerge from the trees. She tried to scoot backwards, but her foot caught on the side of the tree, and she yelped. The figure turned toward her and began to run. Kristi knew she couldn't get out of the tree and run fast enough to get away. She had no hope but to jump. She looked straight down, gulped, stood, and stepped off of the boards letting herself fall to the ground. In a catlike manner, she landed on all fours, crouching and bringing the impact all throughout her body. She shook the shock away and picked herself up. Again, her body pumping with adrenaline, she took off. She sprinted through branches, hurdled over bushes, and twisted and turned. She kept running, full out, but looked behind to spot the man that was chasing her. She couldn't see him, but that didn't tell her that he wasn't right behind her. There were a lot of trees of all shapes and sizes, and she'd lost track of him when she jumped to the ground. She turned to face in front of her again, and as soon as she saw him, she slammed directly into him. The force of the collision knocked them both to the ground. Kristi went into a panic attack. She scrambled to get to her feet. She lost her balance again, and saw a looming shadow overtake the space between her body and the sun. Kristi slowly arose from deep within her subconscious. Her eyelids felt like lead weights. No matter how hard she tried to force them open, they wouldn't move. She tried to lift her arm and the same feeling was there too. God no, I'm paralyzed. The last thing she could remember was falling to the ground and seeing that man. Where am I now? she wondered. Kristi remembered something from TV about people being in a coma, and that it was possible that they could still think, hear, and be relatively conscious. Am I in a coma? Am I completely paralyzed? Oh God, am I drugged? She felt a tear cross the threshold of her eye, and felt it fall down her cheek. She heard rustling, it seemed light-years away, but as soon as she heard it, she felt a cold hand on her forehead. "Are you awake now, sweet one?" It was that man again. His hand moved to her throat, pushing lightly, she tried to shriek but her lips wouldn't utter a sound. "Ah, you are awake. You'll be okay, just lay still my pet." Kristi wanted to scream, wanted to run. She tried her hardest to move. Finally, she broke through the barrier that was holding her perfectly still, the barrier that made her such easy prey. She fought to move her lips, fought to speak, but her throat was drier than a desert. "No," Kristi said hoarsely. She felt weight near her hips as the man sat next to her, and she felt that she was lying on a couch. She felt a cold rush to her lips and then felt water spill down her neck, over her shoulders, and onto the cushions beneath her body. "Open your mouth sweet one." The man's voice was so relaxing, yet terrifying. She felt his thumb push her chin down, parting her lips. Again the cold rush came, this time the water spilled between her lips and onto her parched tongue. She still had so little control over her muscles that she began to choke on the liquid. I'm going to die because I couldn't swallow Kristi screamed inside her mind. She felt a gentle hand press against her throat, pushing down toward her chest and making her swallow. "We've given you medicine to relax you so try to rest, we'll see you soon." Kristi, exhausted as she was, didn't want to sleep. She didn't want to relax. She wanted to escape, and run, screaming for help. She felt a cool cloth being placed upon her forehead, and she fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep. Kristi woke again, this time she opened her eyes a little more easily. It was dark in the room she was in, and she couldn't see anything around her. "Hello?" she called in a hoarse whisper. Her throat was drier now than it had been before. She was cold, hungry, thirsty, and scared. She wanted to go home, but she couldn't remember where home was. She didn't remember anything but the forest and the chase. That man was here, he was doing this to her. Her clothes had been changed also. Now, instead of her typical jeans and T-shirt, she was modeling a velvet-like black night gown. She heard shuffling footsteps from a distance so she pushed herself up onto her elbows and tried to push herself into a sitting position. She didn't have the strength to hold her body up, so she slumped back against the seat cushions. She heard a door open, and saw a flash of light to her left. Then there was a blinding flash, she couldn't see anything. It was almost as if someone pulled the whole sun into a bedroom and turned it on. She scrunched her eyes shut, and heard a rough voice say "Give me your hand." Unwillingly, she felt her hand being lifted from her side, and she was pulled straight up onto her feet. She felt wobbly, and opened her eyes just long enough to see a dark blur. Her arms reached out and she fell onto the dark blur, whose arms also reached out to pick her up and cradle her, carrying her gently out of the bright room. She felt like a small child, but she didn't care anymore. She curled up against the warmth of the body that was holding her, her nose pushing into its chest. He spoke again, but Kristi had no idea what he said, she was too busy trying to keep warm. She felt her body being laid down on a bed; she rolled onto her side and curled her knees to her chest. "Hayden will be in for you soon" the rough voice told her. She felt a warm, silky blanket being pushed over her frozen body. Within a few minutes she heard the shuffling footsteps walking away from the bed, and she heard a door open, and then quietly close. She opened her eyes again. The only source of light in this room was a burning candle. She looked around in front of her, saw a very old rocking chair. She slowly rolled onto her back, and looked at the crystal chandelier in the room. Kristi felt like she'd been thrown in an antique collector's dream. Everything looked so ancient to her. Ancient though it may be, it's beautiful, Kristi thought. As she lay on her back, watching the flame of the candle reflect in the crystal, someone came into the room. She sat up slowly and painstakingly. "Hello my sweet one," the familiar voice said. Finally, Kristi could make out a general idea of his face. He had sharp features. His cheekbones were high enough to accentuate his almond-shaped eyes. He had a smile on his face, a welcoming and menacing smile that could make any girl quiver and melt in a heartbeat. He was wearing a shiny robe that clung to his perfectly molded stomach, and pants that matched the robe. Kristi curled her knees to her chest; she put her chin on the top of her knees and looked at the man intently. "Why am I here?" Kristi calmly asked. "You are mine, sweet one. My pet, you belong to me in more ways than you understand." He took a few more steps toward the bed. "I don't belong to anyone," Kristi commented defiantly. "Oh, I beg to differ, my sweet. You belong to me." He took another couple steps towards her, and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. His body heat pulsed through her and she felt his heart beat in his palm. He gently pushed against her shoulder, forcing her back against the pillows behind her. Kristi crossed her legs, trying to protect herself, but scared to actually fight back. "Why were you chasing me?" Kristi asked Hayden "What do you want from me?" Slowly, her body relaxed, against her will. She had no power to do anything in this place. "I want you to be mine, and only mine," Hayden responded. He slid his hand slowly from her ankle to her knee. Kristi jerked her legs away. She looked him dead in the eyes, panic streaking across her face. "Sit still," Hayden commanded, his voice deepening, becoming more threatening. Hayden placed his hand on her knee again, just relaxing it there, not moving up or down her leg. Kristi trembled and shivered. She looked at the man that was ultimately obsessed with her. He was beautiful in an unworldly way. She looked into the eyes that, at that moment, held only her reflection. He stared back at her, not blinking. His hand began to move up her thigh. Quickly, she reached down and pushed against his hand, stopping it about halfway between her knee and her sex. Hayden reached to her and slowly took her hand off of his. He continued slowly moving up her thigh, tantalizing her. Kristi leaned her head back against the pillows, not able to watch the prelude of the horrific things that were about to happen. His hand pushed gently over her crotch, and to her flat stomach. Then he dragged his fingertips in between her small breasts, barely grazing the folds of her shirt. "Please, tell me what's going on?" Kristi begged. She leaned up to look at Hayden again, this time the smile on his face was gone, replaced with tender care and concern. She hadn't expected that from him. "My sweet one, I won't hurt you, as long as you do as I say. I want to take care of you. I want you to be mine to love and to have." His hand made it to her throat, and then he slid his fingers around her chin, and to her lips. She pushed her lips together and leaned back her head, trying to pull away from his touch. He was seducing her, commanding her body in a way no one had ever tried. He reached up and pulled the top of her head back down, planting a hard, lust-filled kiss on her sweet lips. Kristi wriggled, trying to pull away from him. She grabbed his hand away, shifting his balance. He caught himself and then reached to her wrist, grabbing onto it tightly, holding it above her head. Her other hand tried to claw at the arm holding her down, but he grabbed onto that wrist too, and trapped both her hands together. Her arms were straight above her head, she had nothing to do but scream. "NO," she told Hayden, "DON'T DO THIS TO ME." His lips pressed against hers, muffling her screams. He pressed his entire body against hers, holding her against the bed. The nightgown began to ride up her legs, baring her upper thighs. She bit his lip as hard as she could, but he didn't jerk away. Slowly, he kissed her, pressing his tongue against her closed mouth, pushing her lips apart. His free hand reached to her cheek, running softly along the natural flush of her skin. Kristi tried to pull her arms free, tried to kick him away, she tried everything she could think of to break his determination. He kept pressing against her, forcing her body into a state of bliss that she'd never imagined possible. She kept fighting against his weight, pushing her hips against him, trying to get him off of her. Unfortunately, all Kristi managed to do was ignite his imagination. "Lay still," Hayden ordered her, "I'm going to take my hand down. I want you to keep your arms above your head, understand?" Kristi nodded, swallowing hard. If she had a chance to get him off, this was it. His tight grip released from her wrists and she relaxed her arms above her head. Hayden smiled at her. "Good little one. Stay put, I have something for you." He climbed off of her and walked about five feet away to a small nightstand. When he bent to open the drawer, Kristi slowly slid to the edge of the bed. She made no noise until she jumped down and as soon as her feet hit the carpet Hayden grabbed her hair, and yanked her down to the floor. "I told you to stay put," he told her. He was holding two spring snaps and what looked like two bracelets. Kristi was pinned to the ground by Hayden's weight. He pulled her right arm to his chest and wrapped a leather band around her wrist. Then he did the same to her other hand. He pushed the spring snap through metal loops on the bands, locking her wrists together. Hayden grabbed the cuffs and pulled Kristi back onto the bed, nearly dislocating her shoulder. Kristi screamed in pain and she begged Hayden to let her go. Hayden just looked at her, watching her terrified eyes, as he unhooked the cuffs and wrapped her arms around the bedpost. He stood, next to the bed, watching Kristi's body writhe in fear. "There sweet one, no one is touching you now." He smiled, and turned to walk away. "No, come back, please," Kristi begged him. She couldn't be left alone, not like this. Hayden looked over his shoulder at Kristi, still smiling. He began to walk back toward her, and she sighed with relief. Maybe he'll give in and let me go, she hoped. Instead of the gentle touch that she was hoping for, Hayden shoved her nightgown up above her belly button. Then he grabbed the sides of her panties and ripped them down her legs, leaving her bare, and vulnerable. "NOOO," Kristi screamed at him. She closed her legs, crossing one over the other, bending her knees. Hayden, smiling even more maliciously than ever before, ignored her pleas, and walked out the door. Taking the Virgin Ch. 02 Kristi lay on the bed, not able to cover herself, not able to run. She tried counting the minutes and then got sick of counting. What the hell is he gonna do to me? she wondered. I'm just another girl, there's nothing special about me. So, why did he take me? After what seemed like hours of thinking, she finally fell into a very light sleep. There were strange noises around her and the flickering light from the candle didn't help her much either. There was an unnatural click, and a creak very near her. Kristi awoke, looking around. She looked toward the door, and saw it slowly opening. She couldn't tell who was behind it. She watched, not blinking once, as Hayden stepped into the small amount of light pouring from the candle. She brought her knees together and began to fight the restraints on her arms. He smirked and walked to her side. "You got some rest my sweet?" he asked. He was standing above her, taking in the visual pleasure of her body. She could feel his gaze pressing against her bare skin. "Put your legs down," he told her soothingly. She curled her legs even closer together. He pushed her knees flat against the bed, straightening her legs. "You will learn to do as I say, in time." Kristi's eyes filled with tears. She had read about this sort of thing before. He wanted her to be his slave. She looked up at him, watching his strong arms as he struggled against his force against her legs. She hated being held like this. "Please, l-let me go home." "Do you need some more time to think, pet?" Hayden looked toward the bedroom door. "I can leave you to yourself again, if that's what you need." "N-no," she replied. "Not alone." "Then you'll do as I say, right?" Hayden glared at her. "Wh-what do you w-want me to do?" Her body started shaking in fear. He wasn't going to let her go. He wasn't going to give up. He wanted to leave her all alone again. Kristi couldn't stop her mind reeling. "I want you to show me that you're mine." Hayden stopped pushing on her knees, and relaxed his arms at his sides. As soon as her legs were freed, she twisted onto her side facing away from him, curling her legs to her stomach, and pulling at the bands on her wrists. Slowly he stepped around the bed, standing in front of her again. He sat next to her and ran his fingers slowly over her bare hip. "Still not ready, are you?" He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Then he stood up, staring down at her. "In time you will be ready for me." He walked out of her sight, and she assumed he was going to the door again. This time she wasn't going to beg him to stay. Kristi started picturing the violent things that she'd read about master and slave relationships. Ruthless beatings, submission to whatever the master suggested, and worst were the actual, brutal rapes. She tried to imagine evil beyond her wildest dreams. She wasn't concentrating hard on listening, but after a few moments, she still hadn't heard the door open and shut. She started to maneuver herself onto her back again, keeping her legs together. She turned her head, and saw him, still standing there. He had been watching her struggle with her own thoughts. Kristi felt violated. He smiled at her, watching her squirm under his gaze. He loved the power he already had over her. "Tell me that you're mine," Hayden said sweetly to her. Kristi looked at him like he was crazy. He gave her a stern look. "Tell me," he said, this time a little more aggressively. Afraid to make him mad, Kristi said "I'm yours." Her words came out quietly, almost a whisper. "Louder." "I'm yours," she said, a little louder. Obviously, it wasn't loud enough. He walked over to her side and raised his hand. It looked like he was going to slap her, so she flinched. No swats came. "Tell me that you're mine, and say it loudly enough for me to hear it." Hayden was getting aggravated now. Out of fear and confusion over the situation, she practically yelled the words he wanted to hear. She watched his lips curl into a smile. "Now we're getting somewhere sweet one." He pulled the rocking chair over toward the bed, and sat in front of her. He reached over and pulled her nightgown down, covering her body again. "Do you understand that now, and always, you are my girl?" Kristi nodded slowly, saying anything to get him to leave her alone. "Say it." "I'm yours." Hearing those words again sent a rush through him. He started sliding his hand up her thigh, touching her hip and resting it there for a few seconds before he reached down between her legs. Kristi looked shocked and she tried to scoot away. She forgot that her hands were bound, and ended up turned halfway onto her stomach. Hayden began laughing. "Pet, you can't run or hide from me." He rolled her onto her back again, and rubbed her gently, again between her legs. She tried to kick him away. "Do I need to bind your legs too?" He asked, taking his hand away. "No," she said quietly. "Lay still then." He pushed her legs apart slightly, and frowned at her. "Someone didn't prepare for me." "What are you talking about?" Kristi was confused and frustrated. She really just wanted to get home before he did something she'd really regret. Hayden said nothing to her. He stood and walked out the door. Kristi worried about what he was doing. He walked back into the room. Then, behind him, a stark naked woman followed with her head bent. She was about twenty years old and absolutely gorgeous as far as Kristi could tell. She was carrying a small makeup bag. Not sure what to expect, Kristi said, "What the hell?" "Relax. No one will hurt you." Hayden sat in his chair and waved his hand at Kristi. The new woman unzipped the bag and pulled out a disposable razor. "Oh god... no," Kristi begged. She shoved her legs closed, and quickly rolled to her side. "Leave me alone." Hayden stood, rolled her onto her back, and held her there. "I told you to relax. No one wants you hurt, so sit still." Kristi felt like she couldn't breathe. She watched the woman pull out a can of shaving cream and uncap it. Kristi began to kick furiously. She wasn't paying attention to anything but her legs until Hayden grabbed her left ankle and wrapped something around it. "I did warn you," he told her apologetically. She looked down and saw another cuff like the ones on her wrists. He hooked her leg to a bedpost at the foot of the bed, and then moved to restrain the other. Within a minute, she was laying on the bed with her legs tied wide open. She couldn't move. She felt like everything was crashing around her. The woman sprayed shaving cream into the palm of her hand and began to rub it onto the top of Kristi's crotch. Kristi lost all control and started to cry. Her legs were pulled so tightly that she lost feeling in her ankles. She concentrated hard on the numbness that was slowly crawling up her legs. Kristi was determined not to pay attention to what they were doing to her. She'd never shaved down there before, she'd never needed to. She really didn't want anyone holding a razor blade against her skin either. At one point, she felt a slight sting. She cringed and let out a short squeal. The feeling just surprised her. She opened her eyes and looked at the woman that held the razor. The woman had pulled her hand away from Kristi's body, and was staring at the floor. Hayden raised his hand to the woman, and unlike what he did for Kristi, he followed through. His blow to her cheek almost knocked the woman to the floor. "Don't," Kristi yelled. The woman straightened herself, and looked into Kristi's eyes. The woman glared horribly at Kristi, but never said a word. "How can you treat people like this?" Kristi yelled. "I don't tolerate being disobeyed. I instructed my beautiful slave not to harm you, and she did. That deserves punishment. You will learn these things, given time and teaching." Hayden nodded to the woman, and the woman finished shaving Kristi's privates. When the excess shaving cream was wiped off, Kristi felt strangely cold and even more naked than she had before. The woman put the tools back in the small bag, and kneeled on the floor in front of Hayden. He put his finger under her chin and raised her head, making her look at him. "You may go," he told the woman. She got to her feet, and walked silently out the door. Kristi watched the woman quickly step out the door, shutting it behind her. She looked at Hayden, hating him for everything he was doing to her. "There, that's much better now, isn't it sweet one?" Hayden ran his fingertips over the newly smooth skin. Kristi tried to push her knees together, with no success. "Why do you fight so much, pet?" He pushed hard against her lower set of lips. Kristi jerked her hips. "Don't touch me," she said, furious with him. In response, he slowly took his hand away from her crotch. She was still glaring at him as he slapped his hand back down, very quickly. Kristi groaned and tried to pull her legs together so hard that she pulled the muscles in her hips. She groaned louder, scrunching her face in pain. Hayden brought his hand away from her again and reached toward her cuffed wrists. He unclasped them from each other and held onto them. He pulled her into a sitting position and grabbed both wrists with one hand. With his other hand he began to pull the nightgown over her head. Kristi ripped one of her arms away hard, and grabbed onto the nightgown. "Stop it," she begged. He pulled harder at the nightgown, getting it completely off of her. As he grabbed both her wrists again, he told her to give up the fight. She shook her head furiously. He pulled both her arms back up to the headboard and fastened the clasp between them again. Now she was not only tied down, but naked. "What will it take for you to give in to me, pet?" he asked her calmly. "I won't. I can't." Kristi was turning her head away from him, looking to her side, wishing she could just be untied for a minute. "You will," he replied. "I won't be like that woman. I won't bow to you. I won't walk around naked as if it's normal. I can't do that." Kristi was so furious that her fear of Hayden was gone. She didn't care if she made him mad. "You may not do those things for me. You will, on the other hand, lower your voice." He took her hand in his, and looked straight into her eyes. She realized that his eyes were startlingly deep. She blinked, and stared right back at him. She wasn't going to be his slave. She wasn't going to be his pet. She was her own person, with her own willpower. She just needed to remember that. Finally, he looked away from her eyes and focused on her mouth. "One day you will learn sweet one." He pushed her hips up off of the bed, stretching her legs backwards. She groaned, trying to put all of her weight on her hips, trying to make her body fall back down. He slid his hand to her lower back, and then slid another hand underneath her butt. He slowly let her body back down, this time lying on his hand. He squeezed her smooth behind, and Kristi told him to stop. "I will do as I please with your body," Hayden told her. "Honestly, what do you think you can do to stop me?" Kristi held her breath as he massaged her. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on something else, but as much as she wanted to deny it, his hand was making her feel good. Hayden watched her face, watched her turn pink, then her skin started getting a purplish tint to it. He chuckled. "Do you think that I will let you harm yourself while you're with me?" He reached up and pushed on her stomach, right under her ribs, forcing her breath out. As a reflex, she breathed in. Damn it, she thought. The thumb of the hand underneath her reached around, playing again between her legs. She closed her eyes even more tightly. Kristi was determined not to let this happen to her, but she really couldn't think of any way to stop it. She lay perfectly rigid, not moving from fear of him hurting her. Hayden pulled his hand out from underneath her, and sensing her tension, he placed that hand lightly on her stomach. "Relax and I will bring you no pain," he told her. She still wasn't reassured. She'd heard that things like this hurt immensely. She felt his hand slide down to the top of her slit. He felt her wetness and smirked. "See, you do like this pet." He found her clit and slowly worked with it, massaging it gently. Kristi unwillingly moaned. She had no idea it felt this great. Instantly, her body relaxed. Her nerves centered on the place that Hayden was touching. He pushed his finger further down her slit, finding her love hole. Kristi flinched as he pushed one finger slowly inside her. "Please don't," she whined. He just kept pushing, her walls were very tight around him and he realized a shocking truth. He smiled at her, evil thoughts sliding through his mind. She really was going to become his, just as he was to be her first. He slowly pulled his finger out of her, and reached down to release her legs. "I want you to be comfortable little one," Hayden told her. As soon as her legs were untied, she curled them to her stomach. He reached behind her, sliding his finger back inside her. She groaned, and tried to twist away, but his hand stayed against her no matter what she did. She kicked the inside of his elbow, shoving her heel against it, pushing his arm away from her. He rearranged his arm, keeping it out of her legs' reach, and shoved a finger into her, hard and deep. She squirmed, tears building in her eyes again. "Please stop it. It hurts," she begged. He pushed his finger as deeply as he could and held it there. He enjoyed how tightly her body was gripping him. Slowly, and gently, he started to push a second fingertip into her. Kristi's eyes widened and she squealed in pain. "My, you are tight, aren't you?" He pushed the second finger all the way into her too, pressing against her walls. She tightened her legs, pressing them together. He kept himself calm, understanding how afraid she was. He pulled his fingers out of her, very slowly so that he wouldn't hurt her. Then he climbed onto the bed, pulled her onto her back, and opened her legs around his body. He knelt between her knees, keeping her from closing them, and pushed his two fingers back inside her. Kristi began to moan quietly, mingling the sounds of pleasure with the grunts of pain. Hayden's own sex tool was very erect. The thin pants he was wearing were being pushed into a tent in the area of his crotch. He wanted her. He wanted to take her right now. But he knew that he needed to hold off. He needed to let her be ready. The folds between Kristi's legs were moistened now, and Hayden pulled his hand away. He was hungry to taste her sweet virginity before it was stolen from her. Hayden stood and stripped himself of his robe and pants. He looked at Kristi's beautiful naked body which was lying rigid with fear. He could almost watch her nerves firing, her stomach quaking, and her libido rising. She was pursing her lips, looking at him, still wide-eyed. She still showed him the panic that she wanted to hold deep inside. She didn't want him to see how scared she was. She wanted to be strong. Hayden crawled onto the bed and between her legs. This time, he bent over her, kissing her gently on the lips. She kept her lips pursed and he pulled away. Only inches from her face he said, "Don't act like you don't want this. Do what your body tells you to, and you'll be fine little one." His words sent a chill through her, almost relaxing her. Something about him made her want to trust him. He leaned to her lips again, and she felt his warm breath on them before he pushed his lips against hers. This time Kristi parted her lips, his bottom lip slid between hers. His body pressed against her, his hardness pushed against the inside of her thigh. He slid his tongue in between her lips, pushing them even father open. Kristi let her tongue glide across his. He slowly pulled away from her mouth and kissed her chin. Then he moved down and began to kiss and suck on her neck. His lips kept moving down her body. He kissed in between her breasts, saving those for later. He kissed a straight line down the middle of her flat stomach. He paused at her belly button to look up at her, and he saw that she was watching him intently. Her hips instinctively pushed up toward him, and he smiled. "Tell me that you're mine again." "I'm yours," she said, much more confident in the words now. She was starting to not mind being with him. He made her feel so great and she wanted more. "That's my girl," Hayden said, still smiling as he pushed his lips down from her belly button to the top of her slit. Kristi willingly opened her legs, letting him invade her in this new and pleasurable way. He placed a hand on the inside of her thigh and slid his tongue over her clit. Her body spasmed from the sudden pleasure. He spread her swollen lips and gently licked her, again and again. Kristi began moaning, her hips moving to his tongue. He reached underneath her, pushing her hips even higher off the bed. Then he slid two fingers into her again. She winced, but kept moaning. His tongue was still tasting every fold of her sex. He picked up speed with his fingers, trying to distract her by massaging her clit. She started moaning continuously. He felt that she was getting close to orgasm, so he slowed his fingers down. He lifted his mouth from between her legs and blew gently on her exposed clit. She moaned loudly, and he pressed his tongue against her again. When he felt her body convulsing for him, he started pressing deeper inside her. Her body jerked, forcing an orgasm out. He kept pushing into her and she kept moaning, kept jerking. He didn't want to let this orgasm stop. He loved watching her writhe in pleasure, and loved it even more that he was the cause of it. Finally, he slowed his pace and pulled his fingers out of her. He wrapped his hand around his hardness as he slowly let her come down. He massaged himself for a few moments, getting himself ready. Slowly, he crawled on top of Kristi. She took a deep breath in. "It's time sweet one," Hayden said simply. Kristi looked at him. She begged him silently not to do this. "Not yet, please," she said. He put a hand on her cheek, caressing her and comforting her. He pushed his lips onto hers. When she started to kiss him back, deeply, he slid his head in between her wet lips. She whimpered against him. "Kiss me," he commanded of her. She obeyed, but her attention was still on the invading head between her legs. When he realized that her attention would not waver, he slowly pushed into her. She shuddered and cringed. Small cries of pain escaped her lips. Her legs tried to close around him, and she bit his lip slightly. He kept pushing, slowly and gently, ignoring his own urges. He pushed until he was fully in her, after he felt a slight snapping sensation. She lay underneath him, not daring to move. She didn't dare chance making the pain worse. He pulled away from her, slowly pulling himself back out. His hand stayed on her cheek and he looked into her eyes. This somehow comforted her. Kristi unconsciously unclenched her inner walls. Now the pain was starting to dissipate. Hayden sensed her relaxation, and began to move in and out of her. His thrusts were tender, gentle. As he picked up a little speed, she flinched. She reached up and pushed him away, her hands indenting his chest. He shoved deeply and quickly into her body. She squealed, looking at him in surprise. She kicked at him, trying even harder to get him away from her. She didn't want to feel that again. He pulled out of her slowly, pulling the very tip of his head to her opening. She smiled, he was stopping. She said, "Thank..." and was cut off by another sharp thrust into her body. This time he didn't hold himself still, he pounded in and out of her a few times. He took his hand off her cheek and glared at her, holding his body still. Taking the Virgin Ch. 02 "Don't fight me, it'll only make things worse for you," he told her. She felt tears brimming in her eyes as she nodded. She did understand. She put her feet on the bed, bending her knees toward the ceiling; her legs were open around him. He understood this gesture as a sign of compliance, and he slowed his thrusts again. After a few slow, torturous moments, she moaned. It was quiet, but Hayden knew she was feeling pleasure now. He picked up a little more speed, pushing into her a little more insistently. She continued to moan, so he set a steady rhythm. He was still working in and out of her pretty slowly, but things like this took time. Kristi found herself enjoying this. The pain was sitting in the background, second to her pleasure. She felt Hayden reach down and rub her clit in small circles. She began panting as she moaned. He picked up more speed, pressing into her like a straight arrow. He couldn't miss. He shifted his body, and pressed into her again. She felt an extremely new sensation. Her body shivered and she moaned loudly. He pressed against her upper wall, rubbing against her G-spot. Almost instantly, Kristi got wetter, more aroused, and more ready for him. Every time he thrust into her, he pushed along that spot. She was now pushing her hips up to meet his. Her legs started quivering and all her muscles tensed. "Oh god," Kristi moaned as her body pushed out another orgasm. This one was more concentrated, more intense than her first. She pulled at the restraints on her wrists, trying to pull her arms free. Hayden smiled and kept pressing into her. Kristi's sensitivity to him was doubled. The waves of this orgasm rolled over her, not ceasing in bringing her pleasure beyond her comprehension. Her body was fully into this sex. She looked at Hayden, her face contorting with ongoing pleasure. Her orgasm slowly faded, and she admired his looks again. He was, for lack of another word, beautiful. His grace and confidence as he pushed into her amazed her. He never wavered, never slowed. She watched small beads of sweat fall down his forehead. His hand reached to her breast, pinching her nipple lightly. She moaned again, feeling herself on the brink of another explosion. He leaned down and flicked his tongue lightly across her nipple. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts closer to him. He smirked as he took the surrounding skin between his teeth. He sucked lightly on her nipple, his tongue still flicking it gently, his teeth pushing against her. He slid himself in and out of her in a fluid motion, not losing control. He was nearing his own orgasm now. He picked up more speed, pushing a little more sharply into her. She loved it. He felt her body quiver again, and let his own orgasm overtake him. He pushed deeply into her, letting his juices flow out of him. Her muscles clenched around him, milking him dry as she came again. He slowly pulled out of her, and looked down at her. She was still in ecstasy. He stood and pulled his pants back over his lower half. Hayden leaned over her and kissed her lips gently. "Did you enjoy that, pet?" he asked. Kristi nodded, and said, "Yes." She knew then that he had won her over. He released her arms from the bedpost, unlinking them. He slipped her nightgown back over her head, and she pushed her arms through its sleeves. He then clasped the bands on her wrists together again behind her back. "You will stay here now, little one. You were a good girl today," He slowly bent down and kissed her forehead, and then walked out of the room. When he shut the door, Kristi twisted and turned, finally pushing herself onto her side. She closed her eyes and dreamt of the future, the one she'd spend with Hayden.