Perfect Whore

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Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, First, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Two wrongs don't always make a right, or do they?

She stirred as she felt her mattress dip with someone's weight. She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up, but whoever it was, was faster and jumped on her. She opened her mouth to scream but a backhand sent her head reeling. Her cheek stung from the force of the blow.

"Lie still bitch" he whispered. He wrenched her arms above her head and tied them securely to the head board. His weight shifted as he moved around her and placed a gag over her mouth.

She whimpered from the pain and fear kicked in when her covers were pulled off. There was no light so she couldn't make out the intruder. However she couldn't mistake the distinct shimmer of a blade. She began to wriggle ferociously trying to get away despite being tied up.

"Look slut, I don't want to hurt you but I will if you don't lie still" he continued to whisper. He held the knife to her throat sharply and she began to feel liquid dribble down her neck and wet the pillow. She stilled instantly. He leaned in to suckle on the wound and she felt that he was wearing a mask.

"Good girl. Now let's see what you're hiding, hmmm?" he continued as he placed the blade aside and began to knead her breasts through her nightdress. His touch hurt as it turned into a grope. She tried to stay still even as he pushed her top up and feasted upon her nipples, biting and sucking hard to the extent that she felt he was drawing blood. When he moved away she was grateful to be relieved from the pain, but that was short lived when she felt her panties were being pulled down and off. She trembled from fear and fresh tears began to run down her cheeks as her thighs were pushed open and he settled between them. She closed her eyes and tried to think of another place when his fingers roughly slid up and down her slit.

She wasn't sure what he was doing but it was painful. If he was trying to lubricate her it wasn't working. Suddenly he shoved two fingers in and she couldn't help but whimper in pain. His fingers felt like coarse sand paper rubbing her insides, she instinctively clenched around him trying to push his fingers out of her vagina.

"Nice and tight baby" he whispered. To her surprise he removed his fingers and sat back up and began to untie her wrists and remove her gag. She felt sore all over and rubbed her wrists as the blood flowed back. She tried to sit up but couldn't. Suddenly she realised she was all alone. He'd disappeared as mysteriously as he'd arrived.


The De Silva family were a family of modest wealth but of great intellectuality. Despite having lived on an average sized land for five generations, they had a successful vineyard and farm which produced the highest quality products known to the locals.

Now the sons were taking over the farm for a while and travelled into town every week for business. The size of their land meant they had extra workers who were very loyal as each De La Silva was good natured. Their sister Maria helped out as much as she could, but much preferred reading and seeking a different life for herself. Though she spent most of her time in solitude, she still managed to have a few close friends with whom she'd spend long lazy summer days with.

Despite her brothers' protection she still felt uneasy even after a few weeks. She had to look behind her every time, she was rarely left alone. The little scar was slowly healing but the physical violation was taking its toll most nights.

One warm evening she came back to the house to find it empty. Javier and Marco had obviously thought she'd be out longer or had gone to pick her up. Well they'd be here shortly she thought nervously. As she walked into her room and felt a presence. Within seconds a man jumped upon her, pushing her up against the wall. The very same man was here again.

"No" she screamed. A hand clamped around her mouth and another just below her breasts, holding her into immobility.

"Remember me princess?" he whispered crudely rubbing her torso before going lower onto her belly and then delving between her thighs. He managed to spread them a little even though she desperately tried to keep them shut. "No? I remember you. I remember your tits, your soft thighs and sweet pussy" he continued whilst rubbing her though her dress. She felt nauseous and faint. She had stopped struggling; she feared the blade or even worse.

"Keep quiet and I'll remove my hand" the voice said.

"Leave and I won't scream" she firmly said, but grip on her was too strong. She wriggled desperately and her eyes widened in horror as she looked on in helplessness.

"What will I get in return?" his voice in sarcasm.

"What?" she said not quite understanding the meaning.

"I said what do I get in return?" he sounded huskier this time and without waiting for a response pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. She began to struggle but her strength was no match for his.

"Please don't" she pleaded turning her head away. She was becoming really scared now.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I've never done this before" she replied in a faint whisper.

"Well too fucking bad" he said grabbing hold of her arm and yanking her behind him into the bedroom. Once inside he threw her onto the bed. Pouncing on her, he managed to immobilise her arms with his knees and backhanded her so hard that she blacked out.

"Maria? Maria? Can you hear me? Wake up" the voice seemed to be coming from the distance. Her head was pounding and she felt slightly disorientated as she attempted to open her eyes.

"Oh my God, he was here again" she said panic rising in her.

"You need some rest" Javier said as he walked over to her to help her lie down and cover up.

The De Silva brothers managed to find out through their help that the man was hired a few months ago to work on the Cortes land. He was new and kept most of the time to himself, but many women working for the Cortes' had said they felt uneasy in his presence and made sure they were always in threes. The man must've obviously be lurking about and found his way to the De Silva land and Maria.

"This is ridiculous. It's been a month since that bastard was caught. The Cortes family owe us an apology. They owe our sister an apology" Marco lashed out.

"Are you serious? They are the richest family in this whole village. They'll deny the man worked for them let alone apologise." Javier said with a laugh.

"I'll kill the next man who lays a hand on my sister" Marco swore said clenching his fists.

"Please Marco. I'm alright. The man has been caught. I just want to forget the whole thing and move on" pleaded Maria walking into the barn and overhearing her brothers.

However the events taken over in the past two months had been a great strain for them, Marco and Javier thanked God for letting them catch their sister's attacker when they did.

"Maria they must own up to their mistakes" Javier explained. Unlike his brother Marco, Javier was more rational and calm.


"I'm still serious about what I said" Marco continued when they'd reached kitchen after sending their sister to bed.

"What do you propose we do, you know how powerful they are" Javier said looking back not amused.

"True. But I have an idea that won't fail" he said with a sly smile.

"What do you have in mind" Javier asked truly interested.

Maria noticed that her brothers had been acting strangely for two days. She couldn't put her finger on it; as first she thought it was the reaction from the events, but it seemed to her that they were hiding something. Whatever it was she was determined to find out and the first place to look was inside their barn as they seemed to be making excuses at all hours to go there.

Making sure they'd gone into that village for supplies, she put on a shawl and headed for the barn with a lantern. The modest farm they had required daily help, but not these two days. She opened the latch and was greeted with the sweet smell of hay and the soft sounds of the animals breathing.

Everything looked quite normal at first glance, but she was certain something was in here that had made her brothers so secretive and she wouldn't leave until she'd fed her curiosity. Quietly she walked past the live stock and came to the other side. She knelt down to pat her horse, but a groan startled her. She shot up and turned quickly with the lantern to find a man tied up against a pole and gagged.

She walked over to him and realised he was wide awake and trying to pull himself free. Lifting the lantern to his face she nearly dropped it from the shock. He too looked up startled to find the most beautiful woman standing in front of him. Their eyes locked into a stare; soft brown into piercing green. The man was of good breading that she could tell from his clothes despite it was a simple shirt and trousers. His jet black hair was in a mess otherwise it seemed he'd have it swept back. His shoulders and chest was broad, he looked very masculine, dangerously masculine.

She on the other hand had her long hair tied back untidily leaving small strands around her face. She had large eyes and sensual lips, she was of average height and built but he couldn't really tell with her shawl that seemed to cover a loose dress underneath that barely touched her ankles.

Maria bent down and leaned forward to untie the gag, in doing so her shawl gaped allowing him to get an ample view of her breasts. The swells were of a generous amount from what he could make out and soft too as she pressed close to his chest having trouble untying the secure gag. He closed his eyes as he wondered what her nipples would look and taste like. He groaned inwardly.

"Who are you?" she asked once the gag had come off. He looked vaguely familiar.

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