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Deceived Ch. 01

By: LaraKidul



We had been best friends ever since kindergarten, Eve and me. Eve is a beautiful girl, petite, slender, gifted with warm honey blond hair, almond shaped amber eyes and the yellowish brown skin color you only find on people of mixed race. And she was bright, an A+ student. This story is about Eve. There is not much you should know about me. My name is..., well just call me Lilith. It's enough for you to know that I am also blond, good looking and popular with the guys. That's what caused it all, that fueled my increasing dislike of Eve and everything I'll be writing about.

After finishing grammar school or gymnasium as it's called over here, we both registered at the same university. I choose Law and Eve Art History and Archeology. My parents rented a small apartment and Eve was to be my room mate. Not long after we started studying, things began to change. In grammar school we both had been nerds, we both competed to get good marks and it was all in good fun and harmony. But then I joined the mixed fraternity my parents had been members of and I became a party animal. I did my studies (Law isn't really that hard) and I did boys. Discovering their attention and gradually that of older men was exiting to me. And since I was no longer under direct parental control, I slept around with no steady boyfriend, just immensely enjoying myself while exploring or rather expanding my boundaries.

Meanwhile good old Eve remained the same. No parties for her, she was totally absorbed by her studies. And then she started to warn me. Like a friend, yeah, but I got really frustrated by what I considered nagging and preaching. What frustrated me most after a year, was that she was considered a nice girl, wedding material, and I, well you can imagine what guys thought of me: nice to party with and great for a one night stand. Of course I myself was to blame, but at that time, quite irrationally, I blamed Eve, beautiful, innocent Eve. I decided to take revenge.

I had started visiting a sex dating site. Scrolling through the ads looking for pleasure a plan developed in my mind. If I was going to ruin Eve, I had to prepare it well. First thing to do was to make an account. An appropriate name was easily found Sexygirl89. Now the description: horny teenager, 19, eager to learn, looking for the right guy. Could it be you? If you are interested etc. etc. Within the hour 'we' had reactions. Gosh were we popular! I guess lots of young guys already 'came' just reading the words. I had to narrow it down. The text was adapted, the right guy became: an experienced Male. Without pictures no reply. I added a photograph of Eve made a couple of years before. When we, in a crazy mood, had been trying to reenact Lolita, looking silly, sexy and innocent. Did some photo shopping so she wouldn't be recognized or warned. Of course Eve was oblivious to my scheme, as a far as she knew we were still the best of friends.

Pics of flaccid and erect cocks, video's of men jerking off, filled my mail box. Amidst all these -- some quite sexy -- reactions, one really stood out. It was a video of a young dog fetching a stick and a husky voice saying at the end "Good girl". Nothing more, nothing less. There was no doubt in my mind whatsoever, it had to be him, Mr. X. We started chatting. 

I had to play it well. Eve was innocent, no slut and if they were to meet, I had to be careful. And then I got a luminous idea. Eve was writing an essay on classical themes in Western art, on the relationship between men and women depicted in 17th and 18th paintings. She had shown me several and then I knew what to do. Eve wanted to focus on family life, I shifted that focus. Each time she talked about her studies (which she - being a nerd - did constantly), I brought other paintings to her attention: Lucretia by Tintoretto, the daughters of Leucippus by Rubens, and many, many others, all showing male lust and the use of force. The subject of family life was soon dropped! Was Eve awakening? 

I tried the same in chat. 

X.: "So what did you do today?"

Eve: "I tried to analyze a painting by Rubens".

X.: "Ah Rubens and his voluptuous women, wonderful. What's it about?"

Eve: "It depicts the daughters of Leucippus being abducted by Castor and Pollux".

X.: "Ah the rape theme, so politically incorrect lol".

Eve: "Well, yes, but they eventually get married".

X.: "Hahaha. And what did you find out?"

Hey, I'm studying Law, not Arts. So I made something up about lines and movements, intensity and drama of the depiction, use of light, etc. etc. A load of crap of course. And then Mr. X. popped the question I was waiting for.

X.: "What's it to you?"

Eve: "To me? It's art. Beautiful, powerful art".

X.: "Just that? Art. Don't you get involved emotionally?"

Eve: " Well to be really honest..."

Mr. X. was going to believe that he had discovered what made Eve tick. He told little about himself. But I got the impression that he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Quite dominant, loving his bitches trained well. He was definitely ideal for my plans with Eve. 

We had been chatting for a couple of weeks when I decided there needed to be some action, or was it his decision? This stranger was so fucking hot, I would have done him myself, if it hadn't been for the good cause. Anyway I asked for his picture. He didn't send me one, he didn't even refuse to do so. He just ignored my question and demanded to see me naked as proof of being a real girl. I took a picture of my own body in the style of Botticelli's Venus, pretending to be Eve, making my head unrecognizable. I was pleased to read that he liked what he saw and wanted to meet me. 

So I made an appointment to meet Mr. X. He proposed to do some role playing in the style of my essay: Rape of a Virgin. I agreed and suggested it to be like a blind date. The safe word would be Apple. That befitted a girl named Eve, he said. This surpassed my expectations by far. No apple for this Eve. It was time for the second move.

Deceived Ch. 02



Part Two: Eve's Fall

Lilith is such a bright girl. Top of the class, beats me why she choose the study of Law. Maybe because student life is scheduled after that faculty and she liked to party. But what I absolutely didn't understand was why she was after the guys. She is a beauty, with her platinum blond hair, her gorgeous alabaster skin with those funny freckles and a figure to die for. The guys should have been after her! And all those testosterone driven immature kids surely would have, if only she'd let them instead of giving herself as a cheap treat. 

I guess the study of Law was no challenge to her so she had to find her thrill somewhere else. I tried to warn her, tried to get her involved into Arts, but she had changed. Luckily we were still best friends and recently she started taking an interest in my studies. She even gave me some good advice! It was like the old days when we shared everything. I was really happy, because I had been afraid of losing her as a friend.

Then one evening she asked, "Eve, do you trust me as a friend?" We were having dinner. 

"Of course Lilith, why do you ask?" 

She continued, "Because I'm worried about you. The only thing you do, is studying. It's not healthy." 

I wanted to laugh, but Lilith seemed really serious about it. If I wanted her as a friend, I realized, I should give her the opportunity to be one. So instead of asking, "What's wrong about studying," I asked her, "What did you have in mind?" 

Lilith smiled, "You should party once in a while. Listen, I know you don't approve of my fooling around with the immature kids as you call them." Ah she had noticed that! "I have met someone, he's way too serious for me, but just the right person for you." 

I laughed, "Too serious, so he is boring, just right for me?!" 

Lilith had to laugh too, "No really, he is a very nice guy. You should give it a shot."

And so Lilith set me up for a blind date. I had no clue what to do or what to wear. So I asked her for advice and we went shopping. I was amazed that Lilith was much more conservative than I. I was going for a bit more daring clothes than usual, but she advised me not to look too sexy and be myself. But then she chose a black bodycon dress with black lace across the chest and arms, tightly fitting and quite exposing my curves. 

"You're sure this isn't looking too sexy?" She said it was perfect and I bought the dress. I had to try on really high heels, but I nearly broke my neck doing so, so I refused and we got slightly more moderate pumps. Lilith insisted they had be red. So much trouble for just a date, I wondered how girls were supposed to cope with that. What a waste of time! Well, it definitely was for once and for all.

The day had come. I was to meet Mr. X at a popular restaurant, he would wear a red rose. It was so cliché. But gosh was I nervous. The city we lived in, was very small, so I could walk to the restaurant, If I had to get there on bike, I would have died out of shame wearing that dress. Luckily Lilith accompanied me to the place and wished me luck and fun: "Go with the flow. Talk about yourself and try to relax. And if you don't like it just say so and leave." 

The restaurant was crowded, it was Friday evening. Rather nervous I asked, "Reservation, table for two, for Mr. X." 

"Ah yes, Miss, if you will follow me," the manager said. I was 10 minutes early, so I could watch every single man coming in. No one wearing a rose. I began to feel insecure. Had he seen me and had he left disappointed? I took off the scarf I had put on despite Lilith's objections. Maybe she was right and did it really make me look plain. I had dreaded the date, but now I was dreading rejection.

"Miss Eve?", a husky man's voice asked. I looked up, a tall handsome man, in his thirties was standing next to me, "I think we have a date," he smiled. I stretched out my hand to greet him, but instead of shaking my hand he clasped a vintage bracelet on my wrist. It was silver and held one red rose. Then he kissed my hand, "Delighted to meet you."

I blushed. "Nice to meet you too, Mister..." 

"Please, do call me Jim."

Mr. X., Jim was a most charming man. It was not hard talking to him. He was well educated, lawyer in some big firm and he showed a keen interest in my studies. He happened to know a lot about the Baroque. So we discussed over role models, hypocrisy and political correctness. Time went by ever so fast. I was having a great time. 

"Already that late," he said looking at his watch, "bedtime for you, young lady." He signaled the waiter for the bill. 

But I didn't want the evening to end so soon, "It's only by ten, the evening is still young." 

"But I am not", he smiled, "However... if you 'ld be interested, I would love to show you something." 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Ah bad idea. Forgive me, it's better to bring you home. Or shall I drop you off somewhere, where you can have fun with people of your own age?" 

I was so disappointed, people of my own age? I enjoyed his company! "Jim, I really like talking to you. Please, show me. Please?" 

He was wondering what to do, but then he answered: "Well, if you're really sure?" I nodded. "Okay, it's kind of a coincidence, it's got to do with your studies. It's at my home, not far from here."

We walked to his car. "Where did you say you live?", I asked. 

"I haven't told you yet. Don't worry."

"Jim, you came by car?" He said he lived nearby!

"I just came in from work. Eve," he looked at me inquiring, "Goodness me, do think I would harm you?" and he opened the door for me. 

"Oh no Jim, forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you", and I got into his car. We drove off. "Jim, where do you live?" 

No reply. "You want some music on, Eve?" 

Maybe he didn't hear me, "Jim, I asked you, where exactly do you live?" 

"Be patient, you'll see." 

We had nearly left town and were heading towards the highway. Now I was getting worried. "Jim, please, I'ld like to go home now? Maybe we can do the next time." 

He turned his head and observed me as I began to cry softly. He asked: "Should I stop? Just say the word". 

I felt so relieved, "Yes please stop, I wanna go home." 

Even in the dark I could see the grin on his face. "Okay babe, have it your way," and he drove on. I started to panic and screamed. James grabbed me by the hair, shook me, "Shut up, or I' ll make you shut up". I shut up shivering. As inconspicuous as possible I tried to text Lilith. "Give me that phone. Now!" He left the highway for a badly lit rest area and stopped the car. It was silent. 

I was looking for a way out, to open the door and escape. "Don't you even think about it," and he pushed his chair back. 

"Jim, please, what are you doing?" 

He grabbed me in the neck, drew me near, and made me side straddle him, "I want you and I'll have you". He tried to kiss me but I fought him with all my might. He took both my hands and held them behind my back. I struggled for what I was worth. Tried to give him a head butt, but I just hurt myself doing so. "Mmm you vixen, you like to play it rough", and then he hit me. 

A play, this was a play to him? This man was a raving lunatic. At that moment I was sure I was going to die. "Never fight a rapist, just try to survive," those words came up in my mind, "Try to survive." I was going to be a rag doll.

He noticed the change in me and pulled my dress up. He caressed my boobs, pushing up my bra. "Girl, you're even hotter in real life." Real life? What was that about... and then he licked a nipple and fondled one of my tits. I couldn't suppress a reaction. As it got hard, he grinned. I sighed softly. He sucked on my other nipple and licked it. I moaned. He licked and nibbled on me. He went up licking my chest, my neck in search of my mouth. "Open your mouth, kiss me." I couldn't do that. I wanted to be a rag doll and let him have his way with me, but I refused to kiss him. 

He licked my face, I tried to turn my head away. His free hand that never stopped kneading my breasts, now slowly went down caressing my body. His hand found my knickers and gently stroked me, "You little slut, you're loving it, don't ya?" His fingers teased me, so slowly, the tickling drove me mad and made me wet. "Kiss me". I refused. He tore my panties off. Tears were running down my cheeks, he licked them off. And then his fingers continued stroking my pussy. "Shaved? Mmm, I love it." He wanted me to lick his finger, I refused. "Okay, have it your way," and he inserted his finger in my vagina. I shrieked trying to evade him, 

" Please, don't do this to me. I'm a virgin."



Deceived Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Still no apple? 

This girl amazed me. I have had more than my fair share of women, but she was something unique. She looked like an angel, but her fantasy was so devious, so wicked. A couple of times I wondered if I wasn't taking it too far, but she never used the stop word. Damn, she was a great role player. Now she claimed to be a virgin. She was so lovely with her yelping, "I'm a virgin, stop". She must have been reading too many romantic novels: "Oh no Sir, I have never done that", she said to the handsome dark stranger. Never mind, whatever works for her, surely works for me.

With quasi terrified eyes she watched my hand fondling her vagina. I had asked her to lick my finger as if that were necessary, the little slut started to get soaking wet. I could predict the next line taken from a novel: "Oh what is happening to me". She felt so ashamed as her body betrayed her. So wonderfully cliché.

I rubbed her labia. The slut was shaved, her skin felt really good and was quite sensitive. It gave her goose bumps. This is heaven to me: just cupping a clean shaved young cunt, enjoying the smoothness, the moistness. I wanted to kiss her. But she wanted to get to the next phase as she evaded me and wiggled her ass, of course enhancing my touching on her. So be it, I 'll play along. I stroke her lips up and down, yet barely touching her. She would like that for sure, the little tease. Yep, she kept wiggling. I parted her lips, found and played with her clit. Tears of bliss were running down her cheeks, I licked them off.

Every now and then a horn blew: truck drivers parking there or passing by were encouraging us. 

"Oh god, somebody help me." 

I wanted to probe her pussy, I inserted a finger in her love channel, it was so tight. Ah, she started 'fighting' again, "Stop it, you bitch, you know you want it." Sweet Eve didn't stop, kept acting like a fighter, so I slapped her face and held it, making her look me in the eyes: "Cooperate bitch or I'll have those truckers fuck you!" Terror was in her eyes, it almost looked for real! She played so well! 

"Please, not that, I'll do anything you want." 

Finally, it took a while, but we had finished that chapter, "Okay, beg me to kiss you." She did, not very convincing, but good enough. As a reward I fingered her clit and made her cum. And cum she did, shuddering with a delightful blush.

We drove to my house in the outskirts of the State residence, not far from the city she lived in. Eve was silent, clearly still in aftershock of the orgasm. I smiled, she was so delicious. We went straight up to the bed room. I undressed her, she played the rag doll. She was not as voluptuous as the Rubens' women she studied, and the picture she had sent me, was definitely not hers. But she was stunning. 

I got undressed and made her help me. I rubbed her hand over my crotch, "Do you feel what you're doing to me?" She shivered. "Now, open my pants," she hesitated. I raised my hand as to 'encourage' her, it helped: buckle opened, button, zipper down. I got out of my pants, only wearing my boxers. I pushed Eve down on her knees, she was eye in eye with my bulge. She pulled my shorts down, liberating my cock. 

"Oh my god," she said, as if it was the first she had ever seen. 

So sweet, I caressed her head, "Make love to that cock, baby." No reaction. I pushed her head against my crotch. No reaction. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, so she would look at me: "Open that fucking mouth and suck me." She sucked the head. Either she was a lousy cocksucker or she needed some force. Whatever, I took her head in my hands and fucked it myself. 

Eve choked, tried to push me away, but apparently she wanted me to continue. Hahaha, this Eve still didn't need her apple. I loved her mouth, but now I wanted something else. I kissed her forehead and took her to the bed. She was still acting docile. I made her sit on the edge on the bed, pushed her back, spread her legs and paid tribute to her vagina. 

Her pussy tasted so good, my tongue hovered over her lips, I parted them and licked her good, from the bottom to the clit. She enjoyed it and moaned, her fingers running through my hair. When I entered her with my tongue, she was like pushing my head in. Eve shuddered and came and I drank it all, burying my face deep in her lap. 

By now my balls were like begging for relief. I rubbed my cock head over her lips, I looked at her and waited. She looked back, horny, "Please take me, I want you." This girl made me so happy, she was really beyond anything I had ever dreamed of. I lifted her up, laid her down on the bed and kissed her sweet lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues met in a crazy swirl. She spread her legs wide open for me, I entered her. She was as tight as a virgin. I heard her groan as I pushed slowly forward. 

Her eyes were large, I saw her lust. "I need you inside me," she whispered with a hoarse voice and pushed her hips up. That made me thrust deep inside her, so unbelievably tight. I saw blood on her lips, she had bitten herself. Eve embraced me, scratched my back. I kissed her, bit her. I made her straddle me. 

As she lowered herself upon me, I saw there was more blood. "Eve... you' re a virgin..." She smiled, bent over and kissed my chest. I embraced her, laid her on her back and started making love to her, real tender love. I helped her to an orgasm, I was so close myself but I didn't want to come inside her. 

Eve held me tight, wrapped her legs around me, "Please stay inside me." Those words gave me the best orgasm ever, I came deep inside her. 

There we laid, this was bliss. I played with her hair. She kissed my chest. "Eve, that was incredible role play." 

She nibbled on my nipple, her hand making me hard again. She looked at me, puzzled, "Role play? What do you mean by Role play?" And then she kissed me.