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Ivy was standing at her locker, unloading her science
text books onto the top steel shelf, stacked with other dog-eared
textbooks that she didn't need for tonight’s hardcore revision session.
A tap on her shoulder made her inhale sharply, and she jumped.
"Tom!" She exclaimed, turning to see the long-haired, school-nerd behind
her.
"Hey, Ivy! Sorry if I scared you there... just came over to say hi and the
like."
He had a large, silly grin on his face and it appeared to her that he
couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting to her large, firm, 34DD breasts. She
was glad that she wasn’t wearing her tight, fitted shirt today. The one
where the button at the top of her cleavage struggled to stay buttoned up.
She just hated being perved upon.
"Oh, well. Hi then. I'm just off home..." Ivy trailed off, hoping that he
wasn't about to propose they go out somewhere, or worse - revise together.
"Ah, I was hoping you'd be going to Dr. White's Biology cramming lesson?"
Tom looked at her with hopeful eyes. Gor, behind those black rimmed
glasses, Tom had such seductive, dark eyes.
"Nahh... like I said, I'm off home. I have to babysit, my Mother is
working tonight," Ivy shrugged, turning to close the royal blue lockers
behind her. Tom took a quick glimpse of her tight ass, encased in that
cute, pleated, black short skirt.
"Oh well then, have fun babysitting!" Tom laughed lightly, and walked off
towards the science block, thinking about her gorgeous little ass,
perfectly rounded and curved and what he would do to see it naked, or
maybe dressed in virginal white pants.
Ivy shook her head to herself as she walked off in the opposite direction.
Tom was starting to scare her a little; he had taken to saying “hi” at
every opportunity. And he was everywhere! She’d even bumped into him at
the supermarket and at the newsagents. It was almost like he was stalking
her.
But there was something sexy and intriguing about him that she just
couldn't put her finger on. He was nerdy, always coming top in Science,
History and IT, and was very much the gamer geek outside of schoolwork.
He could be arrogant at times - he liked to think he knew it all and
wanted everyone to know it too.
All his friends were girls, they seemed to trust him, think him safe, and
unlike the popular guys in the school who tormented and hounded any girl
they found remotely attractive.
Tom wasn't particularly popular. He wasn't your average good-looking guy
in school. He wasn't into sports - and all the popular guys were
sportaholics. They were at football or rugby training when Tom was playing
Doom or revising or posting on some political forum.
It was no secret that Tom had a massive crush on Ivy. He turned shy and
awkward when talking to her, despite being “the girls’ straight
best-friend” of the school.
But with Ivy... he had that look of lust on his face when he saw her. Ivy
was rather gorgeous though. She was slim, curvy, big-titted and had
choppy, chestnut-coloured hair, rebelliously dyed blue underneath. She was
the typically beautiful girl, and everyone envied her looks, even spited
her because of them. That was probably why she was quite the loner in
school, although she had plenty of older friends outside of school.
Most of the popular guys liked her, and hounded her, but she was hard to
get, and they just weren't her type. She was a bit of a rocker, and wore a
ring her nose, but she didn't fit in with the "rock scene" at school. Most
of them had left at year 11 anyway, and Ivy had chosen to stay on to
complete her A levels. Besides, Ivy was too quiet for the school rockers,
she liked to revise and work hard whilst the others liked to smoke pot and
couldn't be arsed with revision.
"Get your tits out, Abaaaay!" Ross whistled from the gates outside the
school. His mates chuckled and whistled with him. Ivy stuck out her middle
finger and walked off. Bloody hell, she hated those guys, how she'd love
to take a knife to them... Tom wasn't like that. Tom could be kind and
sweet with her, but he was a bit of an arrogant twat in the class though.
And he was a nerd. And although she did actually find him quite sexy with
his long, dark hair and glasses and although she quite loved skinny,
flat-stomached men, he was just too nerdy, and even, sometimes, creepy,
the way he stared at her with those seductive, longing, lustful eyes...
Ivy shuddered. She needed to stop thinking about Tom. She wasn’t
particularly into fancying people or having relationships anyway.
In what seemed like no time at all, Ivy had reached her front door. As she
fumbled around in her bag for her house keys, her mobile started to
vibrate.
“Hello?” she answered, not recognising the caller ID. An eerie silence
greeted her, and then the caller hung up. That’s strange, Ivy thought, but
thought nothing more of it as she unlocked the white front door and
entered her living room.
“Hullo, sexy!” A bleached blonde, darkly tanned man waved at her from his
seat on the leather sofa. Now, this man was one she didn’t mind calling
her sexy, she thought as she bent down to give him a squeezey hug.
“You alright, sissy?” he asked, ruffling up her hair.
“Yup yup, I’m splendid. I had a few interesting lessons today. Are you
going out later?” Ivy replied, sitting herself down next to her brother,
Mark.
“I’m going out in five, actually, daaaarlin’. What do you think of this
jacket?” Mark stood up and spun in a circle in front of her, showing off
his acid-white, cotton jacket.
Ivy rolled her eyes at his flamboyant spin. “Nice.”
“No need to be sarcastic! I shan’t ask your opinions from now on!” Mark
huffed in an overly camp way and threw his hand into the air, walking off
in a pretend sulk.
“I’m sure your latest boyfriend will approve,” Ivy laughed at him, getting
up to give him a hug goodbye as he slipped on his shoes, ready to go.
“Now, you’ll be alright, won’t you, chicken?” Mark fluffed up Ivy’s hair
again, in a concerned-brotherly way.
“Yes, of course. I’ve babysat our little bro’ plenty of times before. And
I’ve loads of revision to do anyway.”
Mark kissed the top of his sister’s head and waved goodbye, stepping out
into the day.
Ivy quickly popped into the playroom to check on her little brother, who
was sleeping, sprawled over his beanbag. Satisfied, she entered the living
room again, and sighed, sliding down onto the middle of the living room
floor, spreading her textbooks from her bag all around her. She slipped
off her school shirt for comfort and picked up a highlighter.
Sitting in the car, he noticed the brother leaving. When he was a few
minutes down the road, he jumped out of the car and purposely walked past
the house, looking into the living room window. He was pleased to see her
sitting in her white, lacy bra, those succulent breasts practically on
display. That must mean that she is indeed on her own, he chuckled to
himself.
She looked like such a juicy slut; in a white bra and short black shirt...
he imagined her as the school skank, begging to be tied down and absued...
Oh, this was going to be so evil! The thoughts of what he was going to do
brought a mad craving to his throbbing cock.
Later that evening, as she put little Jimmy to bed, Ivy started to think
about cooking something for dinner. She entered the kitchen, suddenly
aware of her churning hunger, and pushed the door open to the larder door.
“Uuurgh!” she moaned as she fell to the floor in a heap. Someone behind
her had smacked her head with something hard, knocking her out. Through
the dark haze of coming to, she imagined that she was being pulled roughly
into the middle of the floor by her ankles and that a booted foot was
kicking her over so that she was lying on her front.
But as she began to imagine a sharp blade running up her thigh and slicing
through her skirt, she realised, with excruciating horror, that she wasn’t
imagining it at all, and there was an intruder in her kitchen, and fucking
hell... Ivy suddenly squirmed away from the blade, and scampered quickly
to her knees. She was brought back to the ground with thud as the person
behind her grabbed her leg. Blood poured from her nose that she smacked
upon the tiles, and she screamed out. She began to scramble again to her
knees but was brought back down again. The intruder rolled her over and
sat upon her stomach, his feet pinning her wrists down, and laughed at the
strength of Ivy as she bucked and struggled beneath him.
“Hello gorgeous, why are struggling?” he asked, in mock-sincere.
She looked up into the face of the man sitting on her and screamed,
struggling more furiously than before.
“Tom! What the fuck- what... why... arrgh, let me GO!”
Ivy managed to push him off of her, and rolled across the floor, pulling
off each of his grasps upon her, screaming all the while. She managed
somehow to roll across to where a phone hung on the wall and pulled
herself up to it. But Tom was quicker and sliced the phone line with his
knife as she picked it up. She threw a kick at his knees, but he came
behind her, grabbing one arm and twisting it behind her back, and grabbed
a fistful of her hair with his other hand to bend her backwards, so that
she found it harder to struggle.
“Now, now, Ivy. Like every cliché, we can do this the hard way or the easy
way. I should think you’d rather do it the easy way, as that way you won’t
be quite as hurt, but either way, I’m getting my cock inside of you,” Tom
sneered into her ear.
Ivy went stiff, and froze to the ground as Tom released her. All kinds of
thoughts raced through her mind, but none of which she could make any
sense of.
She stood, shaking, tears silently rolling down her soft cheeks as Tom
produced a set of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. He put
his full lips to her neck and kissed her throat, gently, and then bit,
hard, until he almost broke blood. Ivy still stood obediently, but she
gasped and winced, her face screwed up in pain.
Tom then slipped a chain around her neck and attached it to a dog lead.
“There, you look like a real bitch now!” Tom laughed, admiring his handy
work. “You fucking slag.”
He kicked her to her knees and dragged her along the floor, jeering at her
cries and begs. He picked her up and threw her down onto her sofa, and
adjusted her so that she was sitting. She immediately began to struggle,
kicking at him.
“Don’t you fucking start that again!” Tom threatened, throwing a
heavy-fisted punch into the side of her face. Ivy screamed, and struggled
at her handcuffs, trying to curl herself into a ball, despite the chain
around her neck strangling her.
Tom yanked her back into a sitting position by her long, thick hair, and
slapped her, once, four times.
“I’m warning you..!”
As Ivy finally stayed still, tears flowing fast down her stinging, red
face, Tom began.
He put his hands to her full tits and rubbed over her nipples. Oh fuck, he
thought, I’ve fantasised about this simple act for so long... He pinched
them, and then tore off her bra, releasing two milky-coloured, firm and
rounded tits.
“Fuuuck...!” Tom sighed. Ivy couldn’t help feel unusually flattered. She
had always adored her tits, but never had anyone seen them before. She
closed her eyes and moaned, quietly, as she felt his strong hands feel
them, squeeze them and begin to bite and chew at them, his wet tongue
flicking over her nipple as a finger rubbed across the other. She didn’t
notice that she was suddenly, subtlety, thrusting her hips upwards.
Just as Ivy began to enjoy this new pleasure, Tom slapped her right tit
brutally.
“Fucking slut, enjoying this, eh?”
Ivy looked at him in bewilderness as he repeatedly slapped her tits,
harder and harder and then started with the leather handle of the lead. He
was beginning to get carried away, and Ivy was starting to get welts on
her tits.
“Stop, please, stop!” she winced, shaking from side to side.
Tom finally stopped and admired his handiwork with the blade he had kept
up his sleeve. He ran the blade through her skin in zigzags, licking the
blood from the cuts.
Then he cut open her skirt with the blade and pulled her up from the sofa.
He stood back from her, admiring her. Her tits hung firmly, marked with
red sores and bloodied cuts. Her stomach was untouched, and perfectly
flat, showing off two navel piercings that he found quite slutty. Her cunt
was covered by her knickers- not white and virginal as he’d always
imagined, but lacy, black and very, very little. Gor, he could snap them
off in one slight touch. They were barely there!
Tom began stroking his cock through the material of his trousers. She
looked so fucking sexy, so fucking naughty. He wanted her to be naughty.
He grabbed her by the lead and pushed her to the floor.
“You know what you have to do.” He snapped.
Ivy settled herself on her knees, and edged closer to him. In a split
second she decided it would be easier not to fight the inevitable. She
theorised that if she pleasured him, then he’d go easier on her.
She only once given a man a blow job, but she was fairly confident as she
doubted that Tom had ever received one.
She rubbed her palm over his bulge, and then undid the zip. She pulled it
out and gasped at its fullness, its thickness. The length... Suddenly, Ivy
became hungry for it and desperate to have it deep down her throat. She
closed her mouth around it and moaned at the taste and touch of it. She
began sucking, hard, relishing the salty precum. She sucked it further
down her throat and got faster and faster. Tom grabbed her by her hair and
forced her mouth up and down his shaft. It turned him on that she didn’t
even realise she was moaning and evidently enjoyed fucking his pulsing
cock with her mouth. Fucking hell... he dreamed of this. But he was no
where near ready to cum...
Suddenly, Ivy was thrown to the floor.
“You’re quite the cocksucker, huh?” Tom sneered. He knelt down next to her
and ran his fingers over her masked cunt.
“You’re soaking! I can feel it through your thong. You’re such the dirty
bitch.”
He moved the material aside and pinched her clit. She screamed out,
writhing on the floor. He shoved his finger into her, noticing how tight
she was and how very fucking wet.
“You’re not a virgin!” Tom suddenly screeched, pulling his finger out and
slapping her. “I wanted to take your virginity! You dirty whore! Who have
you slept with? How many fucking times?” He was really angry now, and
pulled her to sit up, only to punch her back down again. He grabbed her
face and squeezed her cheeks together.
“How many fucking times?”
Ivy screamed as she was knocked to the floor again, and tried to get away,
but was pulled back by the lead. Tom smacked her in her stomach and began
punching her cunt. He then reached up to the mantelpiece and grabbed a
vase. It was an inch or so thicker than his cock, and made of thick glass.
He spat on it, and rubbed some of his precum onto it. He then spread her
legs apart and ripped off her thong. He rubbed the vase over her clitoris,
harshly, and then thrust it deep into her.
She screamed. She wriggled and writhed in the sharp pain. Oh fuck, it was
so big inside of her. She felt like she was being ruptured at the seams.
Tom leant over her and held her down as he continued to fuck her with this
object, roughly and forcefully, jeering at her cries. “Fucking slag!”
“Please, please, stop it! Stop it! You’re hurting me!” Ivy yelled, then
started shouting for help, hoping that someone would walk past the
detached house and hear her. She cursed that she had shut the windows
earlier.
But Tom carried on.
What seemed like a lifetime of pain, he finally stopped, collapsing on top
of her. He felt like he was about to burst.
He pulled her up and threw her onto the sofa, backwards. He pinned he up
against the back of the sofa, and slapped her tight ass with the vase,
smashing it against her. A few shards of glass stuck into her skin.
With a hand clasped tight around her throat, he thrust his bulging cock
into her tight ass.
“Ever had anal?” he whispered into her ear.
“No!” Ivy choked out.
“Good. Saved something for me, how good of you,” he sneered, still
furious.
He thrust inside her, hard and deep. Ivy felt faint from all this pain.
She knew was bleeding, she could feel her own blood stinging her. Her eyes
began to cloud over and her mind began to block it all out in a haze of
blackness...
Tom was fucking her violently, not caring if he was ripping her open. His
thrusts were long and hard, fast and heavy. He was so fucking close. Fuck,
he had wanted this for so long. To cum inside him would make him orgasm
all over again.
“Ohh... fuuuuuuuck!” he screamed, as his thick cum sped into her ass. His
body shuddered, balls of sweat trickled down his skin. It was the best
feeling in the world. He wasn’t even aware that Ivy had passed out.
When his body had stopped quivering with ecstasy, Tom pulled Ivy around
and released his grip on her neck. He undid the handcuffs and the chain on
her neck. He lay her down on the sofa and went to find a bathroom where he
could clean up.
He came back with two damp cloths, and gently mopped up all the cuts on
her body. He placed one on her forehead as he caringly wiped away his cum,
her blood and soothed her sore cunt with the soft cloth.
When he was finished, he made a strong cup of tea, as if that would make
everything alright.
Eventually, Ivy began to come to, and realised that he was sitting at her
side, looking at her lovingly. He was holding out a cup of tea, offering
it to her like an engagement ring.
At first Ivy was confused as to why she was in so much pain. And then it
all came flooding back. She was unsure of what to do, how to react,
especially as he had released her from her chains and cleaned her up.
“Okay then, any suggestions what I should do next?” Tom asked, smiling.
“Just fuck off and leave me alone,” Ivy whimpered, looking down at the
floor, feeling worthless, humiliated and in huge amounts of pain.
“Had enough already?! Hah, I’ve only just started. And to give you an idea
of what will happen later... well, let’s just say I have a friend who’d
like a piece of you too.”
Ivy looked up at Tom, and in that moment, all hope – however small and
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