The Deflowering [Closed]

Amelia Bennett's life has never been a pretty one. She hates her parents and has no friends. Who would want to befriend the daughter of two criminal masterminds that only care for themselves and will destroy you if you get in their way? Not many people will put themselves in that sort of risk, so Amelia has always been alone. She keeps to herself, excluding while working as her family's maid. Her parents, however, do not keep to themselves. They have hurt so many people throughout the years, that all of their actions are going to come crashing down around them. And who is going to be the victim in this? Who is the one that will deal with all of the backlash? Amelia Bennett, that's who.

One night, Amelia was walking through her parents' beautifully taken care of garden when she was suddenly snatched up. Someone came out from the darkness and took her. She was gagged, blindfolded, and dragged away. She didn't even have time to scream. Anytime she fought, she was smacked by a large hand that left her face numb each time. She cried a lot, scared of what they were going to do to her. There were three different voices and they were speaking some language that she didn't know, so she assumed they weren't Arcadian. Amelia found herself being dragged and tossed around like garbage. Her blindfold fell off when the three men began arguing with each other.

She watched in horror as these three strong brawny men began to fight. Blood and teeth were being knocked from each other. She could have sworn that one of them broke another's leg. With her hands tied behind her back and mouth still gagged, Amelia took this chance to get up and run. She ran as fast as she possibly could. When the heels she was wearing slowed her down, she kicked them off and kept running. It was dark and hard to see the farther she got away from their little camp. There were no torches to light her way. She couldn't see any signs of a city. Amelia tripped over a raised root and got back up, only to fall again and again. Giving up, she laid there helplessly, waiting for the sun to rise.

Amelia was catching her breath and thinking of a way to get home, or if she should even go back. This was the one time she might actually be free. If they caught her though, they'd beat her again. Amelia was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a small rustling. She went to turn her head back toward it when something stabbed her. She didn't even get a chance to speak. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she collapsed limply onto the cold grass. Amelia woke hours later, her eyes blurry and feeling off balance. She blinked to make her eyes clear up when she heard a voice. She looked over to a man that she didn't recognize. "I'm worth a lot of money?" she spoke with a raspy voice, her mouth dry, "Do you have any water? I'm really thirsty." Amelia brought her hand up to touch her throat and then realized. "You untied me..." Amelia said gratefully and then smiled at him, "Thank you very much for not hurting me. It was too dark for me to get far enough away, so I fell and... Something bit me." She seemed to remember the syringe being stabbed into her, but not that he had done it to her.

"Huh?" Amelia tilted her head in confusion. What didn't she understand? She caught the flask and hesitated as he went on. He told her to drink, so she did what he said. She was used to being bossed around, so it felt normal. "I don't underst-..." Amelia was caught off as she was suddenly pushed down. She tensed as his hand grabbed onto her breast. "Ow, stop it!" she shouted and tried pushing him away. He smacked her. Her breath caught in her throat and tears formed in her eyes. "I don't belong to you!" she retorted and went to fight him again, but she was pinned. She was about to yell when his mouth covered hers and his tongue forced it's way over her lips. Her first thought was to bite down on him, but feared his retaliation. When he stopped, she coughed and spit on the ground, trying to rid her mouth of his taste. "No, p-please don't!" she begged him, fully formed tears rushing down her cheeks.

Amelia was pinned. She put her hands on his wrist to try and push him away. "Stop it! STOP IT! STOP IIIIT!" she kicked and screamed at him. In a panic, Amelia smacked him across the face and immediately froze. What was he going to do now? "I-I'm s-sorry. Please just let me go!"

Amelia's face was swelling at this point. The combination of this man and the previous men slapping her was too much. She could barely feel her cheeks until they were hit, and then the pain shot through them like acid burning her skin. "No! I don't grasp it! I could never grasp how someone could do something this cruel!" Amelia yelled and struggled beneath his feet. When she saw the syringe, she froze and watched him fill it. "What is that?" Amelia struggled harder, but her thigh was stabbed and injected with that fluid. He kept stepping on her, refusing to let her move. His strength was very much beyond her own. She was trying to fight more, but stopped when a strange feeling came over her.

Amelia's body was feeling warm. There was a tingling sensation between her legs. She recognized the initial feeling, but it became very intense within seconds. "Wh-What did you... give me?" Amelia's breathing became heavier as her body heated up. She felt cool air hit her lower area as her skirt was lifted up. She reached down to block him from touching her, but couldn't since he was still keeping her pinned. "N-NO! Stop..." Amelia begged again as he searched around her lower region. Suddenly a jolt of some overwhelming sensation that Amelia could not describe sent her back arching up into the air involuntarily, pushing his foot off of her. Sher moaned loudly into the hair and held her breath.

"You... pinc-pinched my clit and it... What did you do to me!? What was that stuff? Don't touch me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs again and smacked his hand away, "Let me go you asshole!"

Amelia was not some stupid woman that could easily be manipulated. She was well educated and knew what she and her body desired. This was not it, and his attempts to change that mindset would not work on her, even if she had been drugged. "Liar." she said in reply to his comment about 'true feelings' and then repeated it when he said it was her body 'being honest'. Her fighting against him only got her hit more, except this time he forced her onto her stomach and slapped her backside. With each strike, she tensed and clenched her teeth from the stinging pain. "Pl-Please, s-stop hitting meeee." she begged, crying through her teeth as she was flipped over on her back again. She didn't have a chance to react before her skirt was ripped off. Her panties followed right after and Amelia looked pleadingly at him. He wasn't going to stop and she realized that the moment his fingers penetrated her.

Amelia was a tight fit for anyone, but that was because she had never done anything before. She hadn't even penetrated herself with toys or her own fingers. She was quite satisfied with rubbing her clit. So when his fingers entered, Amelia reached down and grabbed his wrist. She didn't grab it hard because she was taken aback by the pleasurable feeling that shot up from her core. She gasped for air, trying to prevent herself from moaning in pleasure at his touch. He pulled them out and her body fell limp. She wasn't going to be able to fight him and she realized this as he shoved his pussy-juice soaked fingers into her mouth. She spit again and coughed when suddenly he was in between her legs. Amelia's eyes widened when she realized he was naked. She could see his erect cock coming at her. "No, no! Please!" she begged harder than before, pleading desperately for him to stop, "I've neve-..."

Amelia's voice was caught in her throat. She couldn't finish her sentence. He was merciless in his entrance. She felt herself being ripped in two, her vagina forcibly being spread without a moment of time to adjust to his size. She had nothing to compare his dick to beyond his fingers, and the difference in size was still great. Amelia's mouth was stuck open as she tried to take in air that wouldn't come. Her mind was overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure that shot through her body. He gave her very little time to adapt to the intrusion of his cock. He began pounding himself into her pussy, attacking her core ruthlessly with his hardened member. Amelia couldn't say anything. She couldn't scream, cry, or moan. She merely moved beneath him, her body being pushed by each of his thrusts.
And when she finally made a noise, she put her hands on his shoulders and moaned. "Be gentle."

Her request for a gentle pounding was ignored. It wasn't just a request for Amelia, she was begging him and he couldn't even do that. Everything innocent about her body had been ripped away with a single thrust of his hips. The only thing she had to offer any man in her future was gone and so she felt she had no future. He went harder and Amelia's body jerked up toward him. Her hands clenched tightly on his shoulders, her nails digging into him. "You're hurting me!" she shouted in reply to his naught girl comment, refusing to admit to the pleasure that accompanied her pain. He grabbed onto her breasts and she clenched her jaw shut. "No more! Stop it! No more!" she begged again, moans of pleasure coming between each word she forced out through sobs. "I'll be a good girl!" she said and pushed at his chest, "I will! Just please stop hurting me! It hurts! You're going to fast, please stop!" Amelia begged, whimpered, cried. "I won't fight anymore, just please slow down! At least slow down!" Amelia pleaded even more, praying that he would give her something, praying for an ounce of mercy from his beating.

It was the moment of reprieve that she thought he would go easy on her. He slowed down and she thought that was the reward he was talking about, but no. He leaned down and forced a kiss on her again. Today had been a day of firsts for Amelia. It was her first time being groped. It was her first time being kissed. And it was the first time she had a man's dick inside of her. This was not how she would have ever imagined her first time, not like this... She cried and moaned into his mouth as his tongue invaded and licked around her mouth. As he kissed her, he moved around differently than before. He shifted his dick around inside of her until he hit a rather sensitive spot. She let out an involuntary moan and arched her back into him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

"Oh my god!" Amelia half said into his mouth as the kiss broke. Her head flew back, her eyes following the motion, as pleasure overwhelmed her. He sped up again and rammed his stiff rod harshly into her, filling her hole with himself. "Ah, ah! St-... I ca-... Pl-..." Amelia couldn't finish a sentence. Each try was thwarted by moan after moan that escaped her lips. She wasn't fighting him anymore. Amelia officially gave in to her body's desire. She found herself holding onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist and pulling him into her for more. Her pleasure was rising and a new feeling was coming. Without much warning, Amelia had a rush of pleasure shoot throughout her entire body. Her muscles tensed, her eyes closed, her grip on him tightened, and her moans were caught for a moment.

After that beginning ecstasy washed over her, Amelia let out a held breath in the form of a echoing moan. Her body twitched beneath him, the walls of her pussy contracting around his cock. It took her some time to catch her breath and regain her composure. When she did, Amelia let her body fall limp beneath his. She laid there, arms and legs sprawled outward and stared at him. The tears were coming naturally now, streaming down her cheeks like rain water down a drain. She didn't make another noise. She just stared at him, her eyes filled with confusion. She just did not understand how so many people could be so cruel. And why was it always to her? Once he was finished, Amelia sat up and crawled away from him. She curled into a fetal position, leaning against a wall and staring at him. "WHY!?"

Amelia was not shy about showing her disgust when he released himself all over her. She tried wiping it off before she moved, but it was sticky. She wiped off her hands by rubbing them on the ground and then moved away from him. She wanted to know why he would do something like this. "Useful? Go to a fucking brothel or find some whore on the street!" she yelled at him, pushing herself up against the wall as if it were her lifeline. He walked over to her and grabbed her chin. She tried pulling away, but his grip kept her there. Amelia glared at him. She belonged to him? Yeah right. That won't happen!

Amelia jerked her head harshly to the right to remove her chin from his grasp. She scooted away from him and glared at him more. "I will never belong to someone like you. Ever! Using some drug on me to make me do what you want... Using your strength so I can't fight you." Amelia looked away from him and clenched her jaw tightly shut out of anger. She was trapped, wasn't she? Again... "I refuse..." she whispered and curled up into a tight fetal position. Amelia began her crying again and laid there.

"Only because you're physically stronger than me. Strong minded men don't need to force themselves on a woman, you pig." Amelia retorted her disgust with blatant insults. She refused to look at him now. She ignored him from then on. When he left, she looked around the area for some sort of escape, but found nothing. When he returned, she was in a different place and new she was caught. She stared at him, waiting to be slapped, but it never came. Instead, he threw a plate of food on the ground and expected her to eat it. He leaned against the wall and just watched her. Amelia clenched her fist in anger. "Go to hell." she kicked the food over and walked away from him. She had a limp now and a sudden pain shot up between her legs. She put her hand just above her groin area and dropped to her knees. She groaned in pain as her muscles below cramped up. This man's intrusion had left them beaten and sore, so each movement she made was painful. "It hurts..." she muttered, wincing in pain.

Amelia expected the smack and only glared back. If he thought her will was going to be so easily broken, he was wrong. When he returned, she rejected his offer of food and so she would go hungry. "Fine. I'd rather die than eat anything you give me." she spat her words out, her tone filled with a venomous hatred. When he opened the door to what he said was her room, she didn't budge. She glanced through the doorway to see what was inside. When he finished explaining, she looked to him and narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, actually. What the fuck is wrong with you people?" she asked angrily. Amelia now had it in her head that this man worked for her parents or something, or someone that her parents had screwed over. He implied it before when it came to the money, but she didn't know whether he was telling the truth. "I have done nothing to hurt anyone. I haven't cheated or stolen a dime. I haven't blackmailed or hired a hitman to take someone out. I don't even have money! So what the hell did I do to deserve any of this shit?" The entire time she spoke, she had a look of pain on her face and she was hunched over. She winced more, her lower region now sore and torn through.