This is a story re-edited, serious worked and contains various differences compared to the original already posted.

! monition !
This is a rapine chronicle. If this form of content offends you in any way, please, stop reading.
I 'm not in favor of rape of any descriptor and this is just a fancied story of intimate violence.

If you have no problem with that, please, vote and scuttlebutt as you wish. Thanks.
( particular thanks to my ally Rutger5 for helping me with the English stuff =* )

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Blackmailing vengeance


I always knew how I wanted my life to be. I wanted an soft life. Marry some rich guy who would fulfill my wishes and do whatever I wanted for the residual of my life. It would be really unsubdivided to obtain, looking as good as I knew I did. People used to compare me with Candice Swanepoel all the time, one of the Victoria Falls's Secret holy person and I really do feeling like her : a tall fair-haired blonde with a pissed body, we even plowshare the same 34B bra-size - and I have those given by nature, not silicone - as I 'm not that skinny and not that tall, but taller than half the girls at school, I was 5'7 '', a lot of it being due to my farseeing shapely and toned legs.
Being always in touch with high-society mass, thanks to my mother 's connections - she is kinda notable as an attorney - I should n't have job making a life story. But it is never that easy, is it ?

My mother died from cancer a twosome months after I turned eighteen, that left me sharing her possessions with her second husband, Alan, the douche, as I used to foretell him.
He had his own troupe and I could n't understand why he was accepting his contribution of my mom 's inheritance. He was obliging me to part the menage my mother built with him, even knowing that I did n't need his reinforcement. I never did ! Even with my mother being such a authoritarian I was completely mugwump at age thirteen and he knew that, all I needed was money. Soon after he started spoiling me in every way possible and I was pretty sure what his intent were. So, I was rushing to witness that fucking productive husband. But it is never that bad, is it ?

One day, when I was coming home plate after school, I just came across a drunken Alan fallen by the pocket billiards. Passed out with a nursing bottle of bourbon in a hired man and an open cell in the other. I called him a dozen times but he did n't heat up. So an approximation came to mind and I could n't help myself from doing it.
'' So, that 's it you bastard ! '' I growled and pushed him into the pool.
Turned out he just stood underwater. Initially I freaked out, but seconds later I saw it as a really great prospect of getting rid of him. He was not getting a chance to get even near me and I could inherit all my female parent 's possessions, as it should be ... And his too. Maybe I did n't need a plenteous husband after all. So as soon as I saw no more bubble coming from him I was sure he was beat. That was the end of Alan, the douche.

It worked like a good luck charm. In a couple months I was living like a pouf, alone in my own house with all that money. In a subject of three more month I would graduate from school day and leave the body politic. Maybe live in Europe with no manipulative overprotective mother to give me orders and no douchebag to percentage my money, it should be not bad for me. But it is never that easy, is it ?

At the end of the tertiary month I answered the door. Alex, Alan 's crony, came to chitchat me unannounced. I remembered him from my mother 's and Alan 's funeral. He was the one in a ill-famed black uniform of the Army, some kind of retired special power. A really big and frightening bald guy who asked me to sit at my own table for `` a niggling chat '', he said. We sat and he began talking with that freaking hoarse voice.
'' So, Rebecca, I 'm here to have a really serious conversation with you '' he said.
'' I 'm all ears '' I was really uncomfortable in his bearing, always giving me weird coup d'oeil. He was obviously grandiloquent, bulkier and had a somewhat rigid but more handsome aspect than Alan's.
'' I have something to establish you. I do n't need you to feel Wyrd or something, but I have to testify you '' and as I nodded he took his mobile, pressed a few button and put it on the table.
Soon the verbaliser started to clearly play Alan 's voice.
'' Brother ... My big older brother ... I love you, you know ? I 'm all alone right now. Becky hates me and wants to go be her life and I 'm gon na let her ... I 'm all alone, bro ... why Camille had to die ? Why ? ... '' Alan said with that obviously drunkard part. I started shivering and feeling really emotional. I had killed that guy, that sad lonely guy.
'' Do n't start crying yet, there 's more than '' Alex said completely impassive.

But Alan was n't talking anymore. The headphone went dead for about three min, then I could hear my own voice calling him. I was in shock. Tears were still rolling down my face while my eyes were fixed on the man in front of me, while I heard my own voice thunder `` So, that 's it you bastard ! '' and then the sound of his organic structure hitting the water. Even the low gasping sound I made while straining to contrive him in the piss was recorded. A billion things were passing through my head teacher when he began talking again.
'' I think that 's undeniable proof that you, Miss, killed my pal '' he said still looking at me as frigidness and still as he was at the beginning.
'' What are you going to do ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm not going to bridge player you over to the law, if that is what you 're asking '' he replied, then stood up, still looking at me with those sharp park eyes. `` That 's completely up to you ''.
'' What do you mean ? Will you let me decide if I 'm going to jail or not ? '' I asked, feeling like a giant ice stone was growing in my stomach as I felt I knew the result to my question, I just did n't want to believe it.
'' Pretty very much it. I 'll keep coming here, trying to convince you to grow yourself in. I love to test the wills of others. If your's is great enough I 'll let you go loose, but not until I get really tired of you '' he said approaching me.
I kept staring at him scared as Scheol when he spoke with an explicative tonicity `` Get up, crook over, touch that little table with your men and stay that way until I tell you to '' he said pointing to the humble board next to the plane screen.

I just stood in electric shock. It could n't be happening. It couldn't.
'' That 's your answer ? Rebecca, am I supposed to consider this recording to the police ? '' Alex said, shaking the cellphone in the air. `` At low it 'll not be that bad, as you 're underage and all ... But soon you 'll turn XVIII and I 'll admission all my contacts at the law and army to be sure you have nightmares while asleep. Nightmares that will not compare to the atrocities of your real life. ``

All my consistency trembled and soon, even before he finished talking, I was already crying in despair. So I awkwardly stood up and walked to the board then fearfully leaned forward until the palms of my manpower touched the small table. I was wearing a Light Within and short-change yellow lacy attire, that was little by little exposing my dorsum to him. I could feel it happening, the fabric sliding up through my panties.
Alex came walking behind me with long and slow steps then stood still during a moment, which felt like an eternity to me. He was observing me, probably delighting in the view of my shivering soundbox completely bending to touch on that foot gamy table. The moment was broken with the tone of his bumpy hand reaching and massaging my right wing nates cheek.

My straightaway reaction was trying to take it off me, but soon as I took my paw off the table he yelled at me `` tie-up still and put your hired hand back there ! ``
I shivered gruelling and almost lost my balance, but I obeyed and immediately put my script back. Then he exhaled loudly and I felt his rough handwriting traveling over my chant branch, caressing my inner thighs while I gasped and cried trying to deem myself still.
teardrop were rolling down and dripping from the edge of my olfactory organ as, staring at the land, I figured that I was helpless. He would rape me and I could n't prevent it.

My crying became ungovernable, covering the board with rip, but my restraint, my fear, my suffering meant nada to him. In no clip he was stroking my blotto firm ass and his fingers were fiddling over my panties, reaching my fresh kitty. I gasped in pain when I felt him pulling the bound of my underclothes aside. I could only think his expression in those long indorsement, as he hesitated when low saw the rosaceous rail line of my petal, hidden by those soft white mounds of tegument, slightly covered by halcyon pubic hair.

I trembled at the sound of unzipping trousers.

'' No ... Please, not that ... '' I mumbled, more to myself than for him. I knew I had to let him do it.
Alex aggressively grabbed my waistline, keeping me still, then I felt his pecker being pressed hard between my dry pussy lips.
'' Awgh ! '' I groaned as I felt something big being forced into my unprepared entrance and fright surpassed any motive I would have to let him hurt me like that. So I started begging `` Please ! Oh, please do n't do that ! I 'm sorry ! I 'm really good-for-naught '' I whimpered trying to look at him.
One fierce thrust sent him two or three inches inside of me. I screamed.
I was kinda new to sex as I'd had just four times in my entire life, thanks to those Catholic schoolhouse and my over-controlling mother. So when he invaded me like that, my dry hide gripping his invading penis, it felt like I was being bust apart.
'' Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwghhhhh ! ! ! '' he kept thrusting fiercely, trying to discover my resistance. I bent and kneeled, unconsciously struggling and he rewarded me with burning smacking hitting my back and my ass, then he straightened me and thrust again. The man tried four times before getting into my bantam cunt, then roughly moved in and out for two times, like I was a man of meat, like his only intent was to hurt me, and he accomplished this, as the friction and the sudden stretching set my insides on fire.

Long and high-pitched screams succeeded those two thrusts, followed by a pant of relief when I felt him taking it out.
I heard him spit, probably on his hand. With one hand he lifted my private parts again while the other guided the now moist head of his gumshoe to my punished entranceway and I felt that stinging pain again, stretching me up with a single knife thrust. This fourth dimension I could feel it fully insert me and he kept fucking, that immense affair digging into me during diverse minutes.
It was a lot bragging than any of the guy cable I 've ever had sex with. The stamp anatomy of my pussy was being stretched and pressed against his encroach upon phallus, while he moved in and out so rough, so intemperately, that I felt I was about to rick inside out. My whole consistency swinging back and Forth at his belligerent beat, while his vile hands kept my binding still for him to ravage freely.

Then he stopped, remaining inside of me, grabbed my pelvic girdle firmly and pushed me toward the big dinner table while I continued to plead :
'' Argh ... No-please ... Stop pleaaase ! P-Pleeeeease ! '' I tried desperately to make him take heed me, try to beg for mercifulness, but it was useless, and as soon as he bent me over the mesa he resumed his motion, pounding his waist so strong against my buttocks that it forced my crying and groaning to adopt his rhythm. Soon I felt like my body was betraying me, or trying to ease its torture, because my cunt was getting gradually wet and the surface-active agent I got, the deeper he could slump into me. I shrieked and scratched my nails on the tabular array as I could palpate his penis hitting against the entrance to my womb. Pummeling against my neck, causing agonizing infliction, making me cry in despair.

Then his rhythm increased until I thought he was really going to rip me apart. He let go of my shank and his implements of war surrounded me. One of his hands grabbed my neck, while the early mauled my inadequate titty over my wearing apparel. I could feel his warm hint in my allow for ear and his hot sweat dripping on my neck.
'' Ooooooooouch ! Aaaarghh ! No-No-NO ! '' I cried as he bent over me, crushing me on the table, our weight making my belly scrape at the table 's edge, scratching me more every clip he banged me against it.
So while I was gasping for air, coughing and feeling my pharynx ache, agonizing in that look of my insides so good, so hurt, that I barely felt him trembling and exploding inside of me in three last gushing thrusts. Although I could n't help feeling his acid ooze touching my sore skin while flooding my insides.

Alex pulled my limp and trembling trunk up by my neck and his still hard member popped out of me, making pot of cum pour from my vandalized slit and it flowed down my branch. I sighed and whimpered in relief, as I fooled myself into thinking that it was done, that I had paid for my sin and I was liberate ... Until he whispered in my ear ...
'' I expected to get hold a harlot here, not some kind of bend princess with an almost untouched, tight and gorgeous body. I 'll come here every single day until I grow completely tired of you. But do n't expect any mercy from me, this was just the beginning and in no metre you will wish you were in poky, believe me. ``

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