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GLORIA
By Succubus
It wasn't until Gloria saw the knife that she had begun to scream. A careless turn,
a series of random coincidences, and there she was, pinned beneath a stranger's boot, broken glass and gravel stabbing painfully
into her back. The roof was hot, the sun still beamed down on it's old tar surface.
Quick flashes of moments, fragmented,
were her only threads to reality. But when the knife came out, her eyes had filled with comprehension, her mind had focused,
her body had stilled.
Through a trembling bottom lip, she implored him not to hurt her, not to cut her. She muttered
"please," over and over in a voice so shaken it was nearly inaudible. The breaths shuddered out of her raggedly.
Her
entire body shook. Her tits wiggled, pale, showing through the remnants of her red blouse.
The knife danced hypnotically,
back and forth, catching a glint from the sunlight as it moved, chilling her to the core. Her eyes stayed fixed upon it, batting
back and forth, wide as she could make them. Wide as fear could make them.
She swallowed hard. Sweat rolled down her
sides, but her mouth had gone dry. Silently he stood above her, toying with her, offering hope and despair in one package.
Sobbing,
her tears falling freely, she had laid back, feeling a piece of broken glass as it sliced into her shoulder. Wincing, she
ignored the pain as best she could, spreading her legs apart.
She heard a derisive chuckle as she closed her eyes tight,
biting on her lips, choking back her sobs. A moment later she felt his weight, pressing against her.
His pants felt
rough against her thighs; the buckle of his belt stabbed at her. Roughly he pushed against her dry cunt, trying to force himself
inside her. The thrusts were painful, tearing at her lips, until he battered his way deep into her womb.
Savagely
he pounded into her, punishing her with his cock. Each violent thrust rocked her against the rooftop, grinded her into the
gravel and glass. She tasted blood in her mouth as she tried to trap the screams inside. The cold steel of his blade pressed
against her neck.
His teeth bit at her flesh, chewed on her nipples. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth,
screaming once more, as he bit sadistically at her, his teeth tearing into her skin.
His heavy hand smashed down, smothering her scream. Hopelessly she cried into his palm.
His thrusts grew shorter,
faster. He grew more savage, nipping at her, scratching and mauling her. He groaned,
one hand curled around her breast tightly, the other smashing into her mouth, and came, pumping his seed into her.
He
stood, staring down at Gloria, watching her body curl up and shake with sobs. A thin line of blood had appeared where he'd
rested the knife. He licked his lips, staring at it.
He reached down carefully, scooping the girl into his arms. Walking
as he held her, he ducked his head down and licked at the small droplets on her neck. Gloria kept her eyes closed tight, pulling
deep into herself, trying to find a safe place where he could not touch her.
Quietly, he called her name; "look at
me," he said. Gloria opened her puffy red eyes and looked up at him. He smiled sweetly at her.
She looked confused
for a moment, and then her eyes went wide. He kept his gaze fixed on her, on those wide blue eyes, as she fell floor after
floor, finally coming to land with a thud on the pavement far below.
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