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Post by India Alexandra Del Rossi on May 17, 2011 22:13:38 GMT -8
Whimpering, India gripped his arms tightly, mostly out of pain. The pain she was feeling. And she could feel him forcing her to ride him. And she did what he wanted her to do, doing it more on her own now. Not sure what else she could try and do to stop this from happening.
There was no way to stop it. Not anymore. She was only 13-years-old and this man was in his 30's. He was stronger than she was. She swallowed as she rode him harder and faster. She was scared and wished that her dad would come. Come to save her. But she knew that was never going to happen.
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Post by jonathon on May 18, 2011 16:56:21 GMT -8
Suddenly, he felt her moving like he had asked her too and his hands crept his way up to better use. He carresed her breasts as his breathing increased. It may not be consensual, but hell it sure felt like it now. What did she possible have to lose anymore? He already stole it! This was one hell of a night for im. Defintely worth it he found a prize and it was one extremely hot one at that. Even though she was young the brunette was one heck of a looker.
He hadn't asked for the pace to speed up but heck he wasn't complaining either. He made eye contact with her and smirked her way. "Thats it just like that." he said and his hips thrust up once or twice with her becauase he couldn't help it. He was trying to make this last but he was sure soon enough he was going to cum. "Moan my name." he said his eyes kind of daring her to defy him. That wasn't going to happen he was sure of it unless she wanted more trouble
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Post by India Alexandra Del Rossi on May 19, 2011 21:07:28 GMT -8
India closed her eyes shut. Every part of her wanted to scream, to cry out in pain. But she did not want to. The girl was like her father. She never cried. Not even when she had lost her mother. Yeah. Just like her father. But this was different. This was the worst that had ever happened to her and she could not stop the tears that began to sting her eyes.
But then he told her to moan her name. She swallowed. "J-Jo-" But she couldn't, and shook her head. It felt hard to even speak. Her mouth felt completely dry.
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Post by jonathon on Aug 3, 2012 23:33:36 GMT -8
She didn't do it. The bitch didn't do what he told her. He had warned her to do everything he said. But she wasn't doing it. Grabbing her arms, he threw her off of him, getting up. He picked her up by the hair and sent a punch towards her eye. He might not kill her, but she wouldn't look very good when he was done with her. He didn't have his chains to beat her with. But he did have other things. He could make good use of the objects in the room. And if nothing else, he still had her belt. "You're gonna learn to do things when you're told, cunt" he growled at her. He knew one thing. This would never happen again. Sure, she was good, but she was way too wild. Jonathon didn't feel like taking the time to beat her into subjection. Grabbing her arm, he threw her on the bed, on her stomach. Stepping into the bathroom, he grabbed the belt.
"How many times have you tried to argue with me?" he demanded of her. "Or refused to do what I asked, or fought me? How many fucking times. Del Rossi?!" Because, she was about to pay for each and every time now. And then, she'd have another experience she would never forget. He was sure that since she was a virgin, she had never had anal sex, either. He would beat her, he would ass-fuck her, and then he'd kick her to the curb. Or rather, leave her in the room while he went home to Ben. He was sure it was probably early morning by now, anyway
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Post by India Alexandra Del Rossi on Jan 23, 2013 17:50:18 GMT -8
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India could feel the tears threatening to fall. But no, she would not allow them to. She was not about to give him that satisfaction. "You are fucking kidding yourself if you thinking I will answer that!" She growled, rolling over into her back and sitting up. She was just a scared little girl inside. But she was not about to show it.
Swallowing, India eyed the door before looking back to Jonathon. "You won't get away with this. My daddy will come after you." She hissed. And she quickly jumped off of the bed and too her feet and made a break for the door. She made it to the door, went to turns the knob, but never gotten the chance to open the door.
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Post by jonathon on Jan 28, 2013 17:42:53 GMT -8
She was crazy. Thinking she was going to get away. That was a laugh. He tackled people stronger than her. Within seconds, he was at the door, slamming it. ''Big mistake,'' he growled, hitting her in the back of her knees with his belt. He would make her too weak to stand if he had to. And right now, it looked like he would have to. ''You do that again, and I'll give up on you. I'll go get your sister. She's hotter. Is that what you want? You want her to take your place?'' He didn't think she would. They never did. Even when they didn't have anything else, they were loyal to their siblings. Especially Chance. For such a scrawny kid, he was highly protective of the others. All he had to do was threaten to go pick up Matt and he lay there and took it every time.
Just once, he would love to see a kid who threw a sibling under the bus. He half hoped she said yes. He was getting tired of the struggle. Of course, what he wasn't telling her was that she would be finding her own way home. If he had to go get someone else, there was no way he would be taking her. He didn't care if they were not in Toronto. Now, if they got to finish, he might put her in a cab. But even that wasn't definite.
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Post by India Alexandra Del Rossi on Mar 13, 2013 0:25:02 GMT -8
A scream escaped India’s lips when the belt hit the back of her knees and she instantly fell to the floor now on her hands and knees. “No! Please!” she cried out. As much as she hated her sister, she also loved her and would not want anything bad to happen to her. She stayed on her knees and looked up at Jonathon, tears streaming down her face. She held out her hands, wrists up. “Do whatever you want…” Might as well give in. It would just get worse if she were to resist.
“I’ve been bad.” India whimpered out through her tears. “I’m sorry… I’ll be good now.” She ducked her head, avoiding any sort of eye contact. What else could happen? He had already stole her virginity from her. There was nothing left for him to take. So he might as well give him what he wanted. No point in fighting it anymore. No point in fighting, period.
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