Forced Entry - Part One
Abi 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.
"Joe!" She exclaimed, turning to see the long-haired, school-nerd behind her.
"Hey, Abi! 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..." Abi 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?" Joe looked at her with hopeful eyes. Gor, behind those black rimmed glasses, Joe had such seductive, dark eyes.
"Nahh... like I said, I'm off home. I have to babysit, my Mother is working tonight," Abi shrugged, turning to close the royal blue lockers behind her. Joe took a quick glimpse of her tight ass, encased in that cute, pleated, black short skirt.
"Oh well then, have fun babysitting!" Joe 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.
Abi shook her head to herself as she walked off in the opposite direction. Joe 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.
Joe 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 Joe was playing Doom or revising or posting on some political forum.
It was no secret that Joe had a massive crush on Abi. He turned shy and awkward when talking to her, despite being “the girls’ straight best-friend” of the school.
But with Abi... he had that look of lust on his face when he saw her. Abi 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 Abi had chosen to stay on to complete her A levels. Besides, Abi 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. Abi stuck out her middle finger and walked off. Bloody hell, she hated those guys, how she'd love to take a knife to them... Joe wasn't like that. Joe 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... Abi shuddered. She needed to stop thinking about Joe. She wasn’t particularly into fancying people or having relationships anyway.
In what seemed like no time at all, Abi 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, Abi 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?” Abi 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.
Abi 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,” Abi 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 Abi’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.
Abi 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, Abi 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... Abi 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 Abi 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.
“Joe! What the fuck- what... why... arrgh, let me GO!”
Abi 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 Joe 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, Abi. 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,” Joe sneered into her ear.
Abi went stiff, and froze to the ground as Joe 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 Joe 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. Abi still stood obediently, but she gasped and winced, her face screwed up in pain.
Joe then slipped a chain around her neck and attached it to a dog lead.
“There, you look like a real bitch now!” Joe 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!” Joe threatened, throwing a heavy-fisted punch into the side of her face. Abi screamed, and struggled at her handcuffs, trying to curl herself into a ball, despite the chain around her neck strangling her.
Joe yanked her back into a sitting position by her long, thick hair, and slapped her, once, four times.
“I’m warning you..!”
As Abi finally stayed still, tears flowing fast down her stinging, red face, Joe 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...!” Joe sighed. Abi 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 Abi began to enjoy this new pleasure, Joe slapped her right tit brutally.
“Fucking slut, enjoying this, eh?”
Abi 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 Abi was starting to get welts on her tits.
“Stop, please, stop!” she winced, shaking from side to side.
Joe 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!
Joe 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.
Abi 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 Joe 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, Abi 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. Joe 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...
**Part one of a series**