Night after night, she dreaded going to bed. Bella knew he'd be coming to her room, and trying to steal her virginity. This was her life ever since she had turned eighteen.
Then one night her dread became a reality. The household was asleep, her father and stepmother out, and Ivan had gone out with friends. Little did anyone know that he had been hiding in the stable, waiting to make his move.
Bella climbed into bed, and began to drift into an uncaring slumber, unaware of a figure climbing into her room and hiding in the shadows, watching his prey.
Bella sat up too quickly when a noise woke her. Her eyes more focused on the figure at the foot of the massive bed. Her body suddenly felt so hot against the cool sheet, yet it was the only protection she had.
She was appalled and terrified to see Ivan, smiling at her evilly as he grabbed hold of her sheets and pulled them off, and proceeded to climb into her bed. Bella moved away slowly, shielding her breasts with her arms.
"What... what do you want?" she asked, her voice quivering from fear.
He lunged towards her and Bella turned to flee, shrieking as he caught her.
"No! Don't touch me!" Ivan's hand connected, and Bella felt the blow to her cheek vibrate through her, the pain rushing to her brain.
Then he was on her. He pulled at the sheets harder, ripping them from her tight grasp to expose all of the full curves of her breasts to his lewd gaze. His tongue snaked out and licked along his lips. Ivan was strong and she couldn't move him.
She felt his hands upon her breasts, squeezing and twisting the firm flesh. He found her nipples with his fingers, tweaking them as they stood hard and proud in the cold air of the room. He pulled and twisted one hard, making her scream in pain as his lips came down upon hers, muffling the sound with his mouth.
She tried to turn away and push him off. He slapped her then, purposefully hitting her already bruised cheek and causing pain to make the room swim around her. "Look at me!". Bella's soft brown eyes slowly gazed up towards his, only to meet ones full of lust and hate. Her body flinched as Ivan's hand reached out to stroke the reddening mark on her cheek.
His fingers trailed lightly over her nipples, plucking at them as she moaned in pain. His hand smoothed over the skin of her flat stomach, teased over the sensitive flesh below her navel. He pushed her thighs apart, stroking the soft skin of her mound, the tempting softness of her nether lips. Parting those same lips, he pushed one finger into her dry flesh, cruelly adding another to force her open further.
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