Amazing Grace
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 8
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 stumbled into her bedroom, her mind and body still buzzing. She flopped onto the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, her ankles swaying just inches above Pembroke’s face. He stared, mesmerized, breathing in the scent of her skin, admiring the slender ankles, much smaller than his own wrists.
After all these months, he was just inches away from his target, a fresh vulnerable young girl. Yet he was also in mortal danger.
He started as suddenly, he heard her speak.
“Mummy ... I’m home now. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry for everything. I’ve been so awful ... so ungrateful. I just ... know that I love you. Please, I’m sorry...”
Pembroke exhaled slowly. Just a voicemail. He was safe, but for how long? He had to get out, or do something...
Grace wiped her tears, sniffling. At least she’d stood up for herself today. She had been suspended but maybe Julie and those other girls would think twice from now on.
She would tell her mother about the photos, about the KiK messages. Then they would tell the school, and the police, together. No more living in fear. She would never let anyone push her around, again, ever.
She started to feel some pride in herself. She stood up tall. Today would be a new start. From now on, she was done with being weak.
Then, her eyes fell to the floor. Her dirty pink shorts, that was strange, she remembered putting them in the laundry basket.
Then, her eyes saw something else, a set of keys, she had never seen before.
Behind her, at her ankles, Pembroke saw the keys and the pink hipster shorts at exactly the same time, the gusset dark with his saliva. Had she spotted them?
Grace bent over, her skirt riding up, and he looked up out from under the bed, and saw her give him a flash of her panties, as she picked up the keys.
The sight of her panty clad crotch under her skirt gave Pembroke the boost he needed. He lunged, gripping her ankle and yanking hard. Grace gasped, crashing to her knees, her skirt flipping up, her panty clad buttocks now completely exposed.
Something primal snapped in Pembroke. He fully emerged from under the bed, grabbing her hair, pulling her up—only to punch her gut. The air left her lungs in a whoosh, and she crumpled, silent, wheezing.
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