Amazing Grace
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Cute young schoolgirl Grace Perkins feels that life cannot get any worse. She is bullied at school and hates her awkward young teenage body. But she reckons without the evil intentions of a vile pervert who decides to make her his target for his plan of abduction and enslavement.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM MaleDom Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Anal Sex Analingus Enema Facial Masturbation Pegging Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Small Breasts Violence
Grace had a brief moment of schaudenfraude in class, as her bully Lisa struggled to answer a question about Shakespeare’s sonnets. The other girls were laughing at the large girl’s discomfort and stuttering non-answers.
“Humph, Lisa you’ll not amount to anything! Anyone else? You there, blondie, what’s your name?”
“Grace, Miss,” replied Grace meekly, shrinking as the teacher turned her attention on her.
“Who wrote MacBeth and Hamlet?” asked Ms Beckton.
“Err ... Shakespeare miss” replied Grace nervously.
“Of course! Lisa, you see, it wasn’t a trick question, God some of you girls wouldn’t know how to open a book let alone read it!”
The sniggers continued, but Lisa turned her glare towards Grace, who now winced, realising she was going to be blamed for her bully’s humiliation.
Grace bolted out of the school gates, her bag bouncing against her back. She knew Lisa and her odious friends would be after her. If she could just lose them...
“Oi, Twiglet!”
Grace froze on hearing the hated name.
Lisa and her gang—three of them, bigger, louder, meaner—were striding toward her, grinning. Grace backed up, against a wall. There was nowhere to run.
“Look, please,” Grace begged, her voice cracking. “It wasn’t my fault the teacher made fun of you. Just leave me alone.”
Lisa’s face twisted. “Are you calling me stupid, you stuck-up little bitch?”
Before Grace could squeak out another word, Lisa yanked her bag off her back. The zip split, her books spilling onto the pavement. Grace lunged for them, but the fatter girl—Julie—stepped on her fingers, laughing as Grace whimpered.
“Little Miss Twiggy,” Julie sneered, grabbing the waistband of Grace’s skirt. “Bet your skirt won’t even stay up, you’re so skinny.”
Grace shrieked as Julie tugged, the fabric sliding down her waist. She clawed at it, desperate to keep it on.
“No! Please—leave me alone!” Grace wailed, her face burning. The street was busy—people walking past, ignoring her, pretending not to see.
Lisa snatched Grace’s English textbook and dropped it down a drain. “Let’s see you do your homework now, nerd!” She ripped Grace’s folder from her hands, scattering pages into the air like confetti. Grace jumped in the air trying to get at the file as Lisa held it high, but she was nowhere near tall enough.
As she stretched, she felt Julie’s hands again, this time under her skirt, pulling it up to her waist.
“Oh my God,” Lisa howled, pointing at Grace’s white and red polka-dot panties. “Are these your mum’s knickers? How sad!”
Grace sobbed, trying to wrench her skirt down, but Julie held it up easily, laughing as passersby glanced and looked away.
“Leave me alone!” Grace screamed, her voice breaking.
Suddenly, the girls stopped laughing, and Julie let go of her. The other girls dropped her books to the ground, and they walked off, whispering hen sniggering. Grace turned around.
A tall man, broad-shouldered, his face like stone, was staring at her with cold, hard eyes.
“Fucking paedo!” shouted Lisa back at the man, who pretended not hear, he just kept staring at Grace.
Grace was smoothing her skirt and trying to regain her dignity. The man didn’t speak. He just stooped, picking up her things with slow, deliberate movements. His hands were huge, veined, strong and Grace couldn’t stop wondering what he could do with them.
“Th—thank you,” Grace whispered, wiping her tears. Without a father, she felt a glimpse of the protection that someone like him might offer her, someone to make the bad things stop.
“Do you get picked on a lot?” His voice was inquisitive...
Grace nodded. “All the time,” she admitted, hating how small she sounded. “But it’s okay.”
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