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In all your innocence you suddenly stumble upon some kind of seed. You pick it up and hold it and It appears to be the seed of some kind of forbidden fruit so you know you’d better toss it away again but you just can’t. Instead you secretly plant it and nurture it and its starts growing and due to your care and attention the plant starts to develop itself until it even gets a beautiful flower. Then its starts developing one single piece of fruit until it ripens . Still dangling on its stem you carefully touch the fruit to get a good look at it but then the stem gives way under the weight of the tasty looking ripe fruit and there it is in all its perfectness right there in your hand. After all your investments in the right amounts of patience and care can you now resist tasting it?…..

Thinking back what happened I recall that this whole story really started on that rainy summers day quite a few months ago when was bored with about everything. I recall that I had a slight hangover that day from a dull party the evening before and my friends were all still passed out or just out and I was at home all alone. The weather really sucked and I had to stay inside the house. I just had nothing to do and those things that needed to be done I just didn’t feel like doing them anyway. I even got bored with browsing porn on the internet after I had been jerking myself off in my bed this morning already to kill time and make myself feel a little bit better but the arousal that led to my orgasm only intensified my headache. After hanging on the couch and watching the news for a while I decided to start up my PC up again and go and try to enhance my Photoshop skills a little bit. To get me some practice I needed a nice picture to start with of course and once on the net I (as a habit I guess) downloaded a nice high resolution picture of a hot young internet model. The girl I chose was just how I like them best and the chosen picture was one of a whole nude series of some young blond Danish girl. In the selected picture she had her legs in a nicely spread position. One leg rested on the floor the other one was wrapped over the side of the couch that she was sitting on. This hot looking porn star had a nice and decently sized pair of breasts and she was completely shaven between her long slim legs so I could really get a good look at her pink wet pussy as well. I watched her for I while and then followed some of the tutorials that I had found on You-Tube. Then I tried some of the tools in the PhotoShop pallets. I wanted to get rid of her tattoo and my quick retouch seemed to work just fine. When I was working on the picture the resemblance of her face with Saskia, one of my former colleagues, suddenly struck me. Her faces were very similar. The twenty-four year old Saskia had been laid off some months ago just because my boss found her to dumb to have around. I found the term: ‘dumb’ a bit too heavy as a qualification for her but she surely was gullible and he just could not stand her. She was just too unprofessional and therefore she had to go. I admit that Saskia surely lacked a healthy sense of independency and ambitiousness but beside that she was a sweet and good natured nice girl that always tried to do her very best. She was just still too immature to manage herself I guess and even I found her too naïve but I had no complaints concerning her looks. This Saskia had nice long blond hair and a really sweet face. The dark lines she always had around her blue eyes gave her sweet girlish look a sexy touch somehow that I really liked. The rest of her body was quite attractive as well although she maybe had slightly too much fat on her hips and thighs, but the same fat also made her behind look real good in the jeans she mostly wore. The way she often dressed was formal and not that fashionable to make her stand out. The sudden forced good-bye of her had drawn a thick line through my plans to get better acquainted with her. Not that I liked her so much that I wanted her friendship as a person but I was just trying to win her trust and find out if I could get her into my bed and I knew I had made some progress already. I had even already managed to talk her into leaving her boyfriend where she used to complain about so much. That ‘boy’ , a house painter, was even less ambitious then she was and I could convince her that he was too far below her status. Eventually they split up and recently she even got her own place. Having sex at her address was even a better perspective but when all my efforts and energy to seduce her suddenly became lost she took her ‘boy’ back again as far as I learned.
Now on this rainy and boring day I instantly got an idea……

After some research I found and visited Saskia’s Facebook page that really provided me with lots and lots of information about Saskia’s dull little life. From there I downloaded some of the pictures that she had posted there. There was not too much quality material to work with, but still some usable portraits from some exposition where she helped out in the past and where she posed with almost every visitor. I enhanced her pictures and after some hours of trial and error I then managed to isolate, copy and paste her face quite well onto the head of the naked model. On top of that I managed to make her face blend in the picture quite well while the models head had the same angle and hairstyle as hers and to make everything really perfect I even managed to give the model some more fat in the lower areas as well. The better both pictures merged the more aroused I felt and when I was finished I just had to jerk myself off again at the successful result. The now really believable and very arousing manipulated picture of the girl I had only known as a nice and fairly descent girl now just demanded to be shared! In my horney state of mind and also counting on the limited IQ-level of the girl that had shared my office space for a couple of months I opened up a webmail address under an alias and then I used it to firstly send her a simple e-mail, asking her if it was correct that she now worked at the insurance company I knew she went to. Then I could do nothing but await her reaction and the following days I manipulated some more pictures of Saskia. I got the hang of it and one of my ‘art works’ was even much better than all the rest. In this one I blended her face really perfectly into the picture of another naked girl. I even managed to give the picture the henna-tattoo she had on her belly and that was visible on one of her few bikini pictures of her recent holidays.

When my testosterone level had dropped again I almost forgot about her until a few days later when she suddenly replied my e-mail, confirming my question and also asking me who I was then. Now I knew that her given e-mail address was in use another e-mail containing two of the manipulated jpeg-files was quickly send and I told her that I was just a secret admirer of her who had found her on the internet. In all my innocence I asked her if she was all right with me to share these and other pictures that I had in my possession with her colleagues also. It now took her less than a day to answer me and Saskia in her reply again asked me who I was and if this was some kind of a sick joke. She pleaded me in a few words to stop harassing her. Again I send another freshly made picture over to her, telling her I was dead serious and I asked her what by example her boyfriend would think of her taking all of these daring ‘photo shoots’ behind his back or how her current employer would feel about having a real internet ‘porn star’ on board his crew now. The next contact with poor Saskia that following day started to be much more satisfying. This time she, besides repeating her plea to stop harassing her, denied that she had ever made those pictures an she asked me where I got them. She ended by asking me what it was that I wanted from her. Now that I really got her attention I suggested that she would send me some better versions of her posted pictures. No harm intended, I just wanted to see her pretty face and her tasteful appearance and nothing more. But no early reaction came and then the realistic ‘Henna-picture’ I had kept behind until now was needed to convince her apparently, because after I had send her that one I suddenly received some of the original pictures of Saskia. In a reply without any comment she just send me three good quality portrait pictures of herself and I don’t think she realized that she now had provided me with even better material to work with and all inspired I got to work with them right away creating even better and higher resolution nudes of her now. I also politely requested some more pictures of her telling her how much I enjoyed to see her pretty face. Beside that I also clarified that I wanted her real bikini shots. No picture was included to urge her, just the reminder that I still had all those addresses from her social contacts, just in case.
Saskia’s next reply contained the original shots of her dressed in her bright yellow bikini. These six photographs of Saskia came with the comment that she hoped that I liked them and that she now counted to be left in peace. I opened the files and at one of the pictures she came walking towards the cameraman, probably her ‘boyish’ boyfriend, just as she had left the Mediterranean. Her body was still wet and the deep blue Tunisian sea was visible in the background. In this much better resolution picture I could now zoom in at her body much closer than on the Facebook version. I could now even see how her wet yellow and almost see-through bikini-top showed me her small stiffened nipples vaguely. Even her crotch was now close enough to see the vague contours of her pussy lips. She had some black stubbles visible on her inner legs and I even bet she had no pubes inside that yellow bikini! Again the appearance in her picture made me take a hold of my erection again, jerking it again until I had to come. This girl really made me horney and craving for more of her! Under these circumstances I would try to see how far I could get her now…

After a week of spending a lot of my free time Photoshopping I had managed to make some real good and very realistic new pictures of Saskia in a nice resolution. I now had her on her knees, showing her ass. I had her in all kinds of spicy underwear and with her legs in all kinds of positions. It would take a real expert to distinguish them from real and I just could not resist to share them with her again so I send her a few, describing her in detail how I just liked to jerk myself off on her and how her colleagues and friends probably also would like to see them. Again Saskia urged me to stop sending me those pictures and she also told me she had no interest in my masturbation. She just wanted me to leave her alone and she especially urged me to not involve her contacts. Again I mailed her and I reinsured her that, until now, she was still the only one I had given the opportunity to see these arousing pictures of her. If she wanted me to stop sending her these pictures I boldly suggested that she would take some time and take her digital camera, assuming she had one. If she would go inside her bedroom and just shoot some real nice high resolution pics of her naked body and body parts I would not need to make such pictures myself anymore. Only if she would provide me with enough shots of herself dressed up in nice underwear or with long boots and of course with nothing at all and in particular some shots of that fine little pussy of hers in close-up I then might consider leaving her and more important her social network alone. The pictures would be her assurance that the matter would stay between just the two of us, but only if she could convinced me that she seriously wanted to be left alone in the future.

Then, another two days later, the next email, or should I say emails, because there were three send shortly after one and other in the mailbox that I had opened for this occasion, really stunned me. The still so naïve Saskia apparently didn’t want to take any chances and to my big surprise she had complied to my wishes in order to protect her life from certain embarrassment. Because of the file sizes of the emails she had send me three times six pictures. In total I received eighteen pictures of her naked self and looking at the dates they were also taken just that very morning in her bathroom right after she had taken a shower. What certainly was very pleasing was that they were also taken just after she had shaven her pussy. In a few of the pictures was the pink razorblade still visible in the background. With her legs already spread for the depilation of her pubic area she had obviously thought that she could better take the requested pictures right away and get it over with. Poor and naïve Saskia now treated me ´voluntarily´ with her charming naked body. Finally I saw her in the nude with her legs submissively opened to give the camera a good look at her intimate parts. Also she had made some pics of her bare tits and her bold pussy up close. Surprised and definitely very aroused I opened up my pants for her once again and I just had to jerk myself off real hard on the spot while I looked at Saskia’s real pussy that now filled my computer screen. Such I nice cunt she had. Her inner labia somewhat bigger than the outer ones. All that nicely and tasteful pink flesh between her fine legs made my mouth water. Damn, how I wanted to eat her out now!
Now my malicious ‘evidence’ had been exchanged for the real thing I just could not resist to ask her for more. I still wanted some shots of her in nothing more than her boots, because I knew she had a pair of those real nice black leather ones. I also wanted some shots of her in her panties, but with those panties stretched between her knees so I could see more of that delicious bold pussy of hers.

Another fine jerk-off session followed only a few days later when another series of pictures was sent with the intense wish to really be left alone now. She had gotten me what I wanted and now she implied that it was only fair if I stopped invading her life.
While my hand massaged my hardened pole again I watched with open mouth how Saskia had taken the trouble to dress herself up in her so hot looking long slim black boots with those little buckles on the sides. Between her knees dangled a tiny light blue lace hot thong. In front of the big sliding door sized mirror of her bedroom closet she had taken another six shots of herself. I could see how she had taken the pictures herself because she was holding her camera in her mirror image.
As soon as I had ejaculated my load I started thinking how I could ‘persuade’ her to have real sex with me, if only just once.

In my next email I politely said thanks to her and flattered her with her good looks. I said to her that I asked myself why she didn’t take up modeling and started to ask her for all kinds of very personal details. Again she responded and her naïveté struck me once again. The flattering had worked and she started to answer my questions as if she had forgotten how I blackmailed her into sending me her nudity pictures! A nice correspondence grew between us and the questioning bcame more and more personal, without telling me anything about myself. I asked her how many boyfriends she had had, when her defloration was, how she had experienced losing her virginity, how often did she masturbate and so on. A lot of very openhearted answers followed and Saskia confessed to me in detail how she had lost her virginity at the age of seventeen, that she only had seven boyfriends the past years of witch five of them she had sex with. She surely masturbated herself, but not that often. Only when her current boyfriend was to tired or fell asleep to soon she would ‘finish’ herself with her fingers. I time a certain bond between us grew. It was almost as if the pictures were forgotten and she had now found an anonymous friend to share her deepest secrets and feelings. Beside my real personal questions I also gave her my opinion and advise in all kinds of matters. More and more the so very naïve and insecure Saskia started to trust me. She even asked me what it was that I found attractive to her and if she was really looking alright. Once again I meticulously described her how I looked at her and how my erection then would start to emerge. I wrote about how only the thought about penetrating her would make my balls shrink and that just the slightest massage of my so hard pole would be enough to make myself come.
Saskia admired my open heartedness but she could not decide whether she should feel flattered or humiliated by the fact I would jerk myself off over her pictures.
When I knew what I wanted to know and no more questions came to mind I decided to end the period of chitchatting. Once again I wanted something more from her and to remind her of the power I still had over her I demanded that she would send me some more spicy pictures. This time she had to capture herself playing with her pussy and let me see her inserting something. As an example I send her a picture of a porn star that had put her panties inside herself. I told her that considering the intimate bond we now had she should not be ashamed of herself.
Another ten new pictures stunned me once again. Saskia had managed to use the delayed action shutter on her camera again and there she was with her mini skirt up and her white panties down playing around with her fingers inside her own vagina. The pictures were taken only a few minutes before and in her email she confessed that she had got an orgasm just after the last picture was taken.

Saskia was loosening up and I wanted to use this state of mind of hers to get even closer to her now.
So I drove over to her place and In my next email, send from my laptop just across the street of her apartment building, I demanded the pair of panties she wore in the picture. I wanted them still smelling at that pussy of hers that was kept inside! I told her to absorb as much of her fluid inside the little undergarment as possible and then put it inside a brown envelope the one with a plastic bubble-bag inside. The envelop she had to use was to be found inside her own mailbox at the entrance of her apartment block and she had to hide it in a certain place where I could retrieve it. Any effort to catch me or try to find out who I was would be punished with exposal of the tasteful collection of pictures I now had in my possession of her.
When the icon in my mailbox told me she had read her instructions I watched her house closely. From across the street I could see the glass entrance where all the mailboxes were. I then saw her approaching her letterbox and retrieving the envelope. I then returned late the next day and searched for the spot where the envelope should now be. I turned off the number recognition on my phone and called her house phone. When her sleepy voice then answered my call I hung up. Now I knew she had to be inside her apartment I quickly retrieved the envelope and half an hour later at a safe distance my nose was buried in the moist crotch of Saskia’s worn panties. Now I finally smelled the arousing wetness of her cunt and got even more determined than ever before to really put my stiffened dick inside the cunt where this arousing smell belonged to.

That afternoon Saskia could read how I had enjoyed another jerk off session, helped by her spicy pictures and her fine smelling panties. I finished my e-mail with the questions if she had considered that I could be living in her neighborhood and we might even know each other already. I even asked if she had thought about the fact that this only would end up in us really having sex.

Saskia told me that she was very surprised when she had found the envelope just as I had told her. Until then she had thought that I was just some guy in a far away country that just had the hots for her and that I had to be some IT-freak that somehow knew to find out all kinds of personal things about her. From the moment she had find the envelope she felt watched and was a bit scared how all of this would end. It had felt really awkward to her to rub her panties between her legs and make them wet. She felt dirty when she put them inside the envelope and even scared when she hid them at the spot I described to her. How did I know her surroundings so well? Who was I?
In my next e-mail I started to tell her that her everlasting naivety had put her in the position where she was now and that she could do nothing but obey me if she wanted to spare herself her humiliation. I demanded her to have sex with me to be left alone in return but then I deleted all lines when I got an whole new idea all of a sudden. The risk that she would recognize me or set me up when I would blackmail her into having sex somewhere was to big. I would never have the courage to meet her somewhere and because I didn’t want to spoil everything I had reached until know I knew I needed a good plan. Simple blackmailing could always stay the last option
I recalled a place that now would come in as very convenient and enable me to keep the initiative in all of this so sat down and took some time to carefully think about it and let my creativity work. Again counting on her naïve mindset to help me in this I then wrote her that I could promise her to be left alone soon if only she would do me just a little favor. No more requests for pictures and no more personal revelations no more threat of exposure to her surroundings would follow if she only would do me this simple favor. To really get her attention I pleaded her to give me her trust in return now and if so she could consider us even. Just as I expected she answered me quite soon and in her positive reply she was all curious and asked me what sort of favor this should be then.
Then I gave her the scenario I had made up and told her that I could not fill her in completely for my but especially her own safety. Bottom-line was that would have to retrieve an envelope, keep it under her care for a while and then drop it off somewhere. With this welcome prospect to be left alone again Saskia eagerly took the bait ensuring me that I could count on her cooperation and discretion and from that moment on my heartbeat accelerated and the simple, but boldest plan I ever plotted started.

Impatiently but in order to build up some more tension I waited for two days before I e-mailed her some simple instructions. I told her that she had to go to a certain place that I carefully defined and that it should be on a certain date and time. I emphasized that she had to go alone and share this information with no one. I also suggested that she would better delete this e-mail as soon as possible. The place I had chosen was an old an already decaying shed that stood in the edge of a wood. The area where that wood was is a nature reserve not too far from Saskia’s place of residence so it was easy for her to find. Saskia had to go early in the evening and leave her car in the parking lot at the spot that was most right. When there were no other cars around and the area would be all clear she would have to follow the bright grey footpath that was made with shells until she would reach the field where the described shed would be. She had to cross the field and then enter the shed. Once inside in the back she would find a wooden wall where on the right she would find a hole at chest level. The hole would be just big enough to put her hand inside and she would have to stick it inside it far enough until she would find an rolled up envelope. This envelope, just like the one I had send her before to put her panties in, was very important and had to be retrieved and safely kept by her until further notice.

On the given date and time I saw Saskia’s car arrive at the small and deserted car park. She was early but I was already there for a long time and from the cover of the wood I could observe her closely without being spotted myself. She was alone and after parking in the spot at the far right Saskia left her car. For a moment she then carefully looked around to check her surroundings. She seemed nervous and I bet she also felt that she was being watched. Saskia was casually dressed in her jeans, her brown suede boots and the white, yellow and grey blocked lumberjack blouse she occasionally wore and that I always found so detrimental to her femininity. I knew she just could look so much better if she just put some more effort into it. Right now her clothing was no impediment what so ever because the sight of her really showing up and doing as I had instructed her only awakened my excitement and arousal. Damn, this was for real now!

Beside Saskia’s car the small parking lot that was created for recreational use was all empty. Not too much people visited this little reserve anymore now only some dog owners used the little maze of shell footpaths that cut through the fields. The reserve was really nothing more than a long S-shaped stretch of fields, surrounded by a dense strip of wood and it had a small pond in the middle. There used to live some flocks of sheep around here but they were taken away years ago due to some disease. The few sheds that where build at the back of the fields to shelter them had then started to decay since then and the one I had chosen gave me the ideal scene to perform the piece that was written in my so dearing script.

After locking her car Saskia started walking in the direction that was given to her. In the time it would take for her to get from the spot where she had to park her car until reaching the shed I would have enough time to check if she really was all alone. I watched her every move from my spot at the edge of the forest dressed in something that was halfway between a ninja and a commando. I had colored my face all black and green and I wore dark clothes and a dark blue commando-cap. Special contact lenses made my disguise real perfect and I know she was really going to like them!

I carefully checked the surroundings and all seemed to be clear since the last man that had walked his dog here had left almost an hour ago. Only the noise of the distant highway and some insects was audible and it slowly started to become dusk already as my freshly recruited ‘undercover agent’ now carefully started to approach the shed. I waited for her to come at the shed and had taken the shorter route that was covered by the trees. When I saw her crossing the field I had quickly slipped inside the shed through a missing board at the side that was not visible to Saskia and then hid myself behind the inside wall just at the spot where the hole was. The described hole happened to be right at the spot I had described, but only after I had made it some days ago myself using a battery powered hole saw. I then had bolted the door to the small storage room at the back of the shed and screwed an old wooden crate to the wall just below the hole to help Saskia to guide her hand. At the end of the crate a had stapled an envelope so she could feel, but not take it.
I heard Saskia coming closer through the high grass and I bet that both our hearts really where beating fiercely in our throats at that moment. Between the rough wooden boards I then saw how she carefully opened the door and how she then hesitated for a moment on the doorstep before she really cautious and jumpy entered the empty shed, constantly softly asking if there was anyone inside. The door was left open so it would not block her escape route and she could flee if needed. Inside the shed some scarce light fell through the transparent but dirty corrugated roofing. Not too much light but it was enough to see her. When her eyes had gotten used to the dim light inside Saskia quite easily found the disrobed hole and while I withheld my breath behind the wall I then suddenly saw her slim long fingertips appear on my side of the wall. Saskia was close, really really close!

A few times she hesitated before she dared to put her hand inside the narrow hole and once she started trying she ended her attempts early a few times and quickly pulled her hand back. On every attempt she put her hand just a little bit further inside trying to find the envelope. I waited patiently and felt how the tension reached its climax the moment I could see her hand far enough until her slim wrist became visible. Her fingertip could now even feel the rough paper of the attached envelope and her hand came even further. Until now a part of me was hoping that she would be too scared and just leave but now her hand suddenly came much further to get a good hold of the envelope. I bet she wanted to just grab it and then leave as quickly as possible so I knew I had to act real quick now or just forget about the whole thing. My heart beat like crazy and from this very moment on I knew that all of this was going to be so very wrong but on the other hand after all my preparations and planning I just couldn’t get myself to stop now either. My excitement and arousal had overcome all my fears and I then gave her the shock of a lifetime.

In a split second I took hold of her hand and in that same movement I quickly put a pair of those cheap fluffy handcuffs that I you can buy at a sex shop around her wrist. The simple mechanism rattled shortly as it tightened itself around her slim wrist and once her hand was locked inside I then let go of her and took a step back. Saskia gave a high pitched scream and pulled her hand back but the diameter of the hole was suddenly too small to enable Saskia to withdraw her now cuffed arm. Although the keyless mechanism had a small lever so it could be opened real easy, that little lever to unlock her was beyond Saskia’s reach on my side of the wall now so poor scared Saskia was trapped.

I admit that I was very scared myself and ready to make my get away if needed but once I noticed that the cheap cuff did its work I could relax a bit and regain my ability to think. In her blind fear poor Saskia started to scream and cry. While she tried to pull her arm free she called out to her hidden attacker trying to explain that she was just send and had nothing to do with whatever it was that was hidden here. I let her scream and shout and snuck outside the shed again and hid myself in the wood so Saskia could cool down a bit. For a while she cried, screamed and shouted but her thin high voice quickly died over the long field and soon it became quiet inside the shed again. Darkness had now started to fall and also some dark clouds came rolling in. When I was certain that really no one else had accompanied her or seemed to be around and my heartbeat had returned to just above normal I quietly entered the shed again, but this time through the front door. There I found Saskia facing the rough wooden inside wall and with her cuffed right hand still jammed inside that wall. She was busy figuring out how to get her hand free and did not notice that I was behind her. When I had quietly approached her from behind I surprised her again when I firmly took hold of her free arm and twisted it behind her back until her hand was between her shoulder blades. I pressed her forwards with her left cheek against the wall so she could not see me. Saskia directly started screaming again until I put my mouth at her ear. “Sssshhh!!!…” I hushed while I pulled her body against mine. Her breathing was real fast. I could not believe I had her now. I felt her body and sensed her fear and that even made me more horny. With my free hand I could not resist to start touching her breasts and as I grabbed one of them firmly I could feel her heart also beat like crazy underneath. All scared and startled Saskia softly started to plead not to harm her. With my hand kneading her soft breast my last fear slowly faded and my arousal just took over from there. Saskia felt warm and I craved for her naked skin. My hand let go of her breast and found the line of buttons of her so tastelessly chosen blouse. I took hold of her blouse and gave it a strong pull and firmly I ripped her blouse open. Saskia held her breath at that moment and I could hear how her buttons gave way under the pressure and jumped from her blouse hitting the wooden wall she was facing. I kept on pulling her blouse open at the one side I was holding until that side fell backwards over her shoulder. Now I could see the bright white strap of her bra that lead over the naked shoulder of the arm that was trapped inside the wall. Using the weight of my body I now pushed her even tighter against the rough wooden inner wall of the shed. Beside her face her breasts were now also firmly pushed against the wall. Saskia pleading, screaming and shouting ended and she now expressed some pain but I didn’t care. Underneath her blouse my free hand slid to her backside and it found its way up her spine to the small hook of her bra. I expected a fight but that to my surprise the little plastic hook also easily came loose. I removed my weight again in a way that her face could still not be turned in my direction but her chest could move more freely again. While Saskia started to wail my hand could now slide between her bra and her bare skin and access both of her freed tits. I eagerly grabbed them. Without her bra holding them up they didn’t feel as firm as they felt a few moments before anymore. They where a cup C or D maybe and they now hung a bit just as I had seen on her pictures. I usually like my tits a bit smaller and firmer but it was just great to really hold Saskia’s tits now. There I was after all my jerking sessions over her pictures now really groping, touching and kneading Saskia’s real soft and cool tits. I pinched her small and hardened nipples between my thumb and index finger while my erection in the mean time had reached it hardest possible state. “Please, please, don’t hurt me” Saskia kept on begging. “I don’t know anything about the package, please let me go!” She kept on repeating and it was like my extremely increasing arousal then suddenly just got interrupted when her persistent naivety surprised me once again. My god, was this girl really this stupid then? Did she still believe that she was in some kind of stupid James Bond movie and did the simple idea that she had just been lured over here to get raped meanwhile not slowly have occurred to her in these last few minutes? But then the touching of her bare tits continued to make me mad and my dick resumed swelling inside my pants again. The stupidity of Saskia had made this all much too easy for me until now. I had fooled her and I had gone through all the trouble of getting her here and by being so dumb to let herself get trapped she only deserved to get raped now. I realized what kind of total control I now had over this girls body a real devilish and strange feeling took hold of me. I really grasped the idea that she was all mine now and that there was nobody around that could help her. That sense of having total control over her made me feel real horny and even much more horny as I had ever felt before. Nobody was around and as long as she did not recognize me I knew that I even could get away with this! All these primal feelings combined with my extreme arousal took away my inhibition to stop myself and I now knew that I was able to commit my first real serious crime ever. I was going to be real selfish now and enjoy myself while raping this Saskia right here and right now!

I disregarded her complaining and after my hand had played with her tits for a while I let it descend slowly down her belly. I felt the piercing she had in her belly button and in the lower area, right there where her henna tattoo should be, I felt the waistband of her jeans. She wore no belt and her jeans weren’t that tight around her waist while her just a bit too wide hips kept them up so my hand could easily slit further down until I felt the outline of her panties. All my concentration was all on the right hand that was sliding inside her jeans. Saskia’s body felt so nicely warm so close to her pussy and in my arousal I didn’t notice that I had pulled her left arm even higher behind her back to keep her immobilized. The raised arm inflicted her serious pain and Saskia started to yammer loudly but I still kept all focused on the hand that was now so close to her cunt and of course I let it continue on its chosen route. I felt the thin seam of her panties already and it got pushed down a bit over her mount Venus. “Inside or over her panties?” I quickly asked myself. I let her destiny decide if my hand should go underneath or over her seam. Saskia’s panties where tighter around her hips and my hand was just skimming her body so it suddenly slid over the seam. My hand came between Saskia’s lace panties and the inside of her jeans and I now felt the warmness of her pussy lips only separated by the thin layer of lace in between. Only then I noticed the agony of my victim and awakened from my horny state of mind I quickly let go of her and arm. I even withdrew my hand from her jeans and took a small step backwards. Saskia quickly moved her freed arm around to get her blood circulation to restore itself and she bit her teeth against the pain in her shoulder. Tears gathered in her eyes and fighting them she repeated her plea: “Please let me go, don’t hurt me please…” Her trembling voice yammered, but then the roll of duct tape she then saw me holding made her become silent at once.

It was not difficult to wrap the tape around the wrist of her harmed arm some times and then wrapp the other end of the strong tape around the doorpost to her left. Saskia was now immobilized with her arms wide and facing the wall. She now had to endure how both her naked breasts got grabbed once again. I held them and firmly knead them simultaneously. Then I drew her blouse even further open. I pulled the shoulder bands of her bra sideways so the cups of her bra came down freeing her tits. Every complaint or sound she made got punished by a painful pinch or twist in her so nicely stiffened nipples and it took not too many punishments for her to understand that she just had to be quiet. Was this blond girl then at least a little bit smart after all? I grinned by the thought that she only understood things at this ‘sexual’ level. She gave me just another justification to continue my assault.

Another line of buttons had to be opened and another firm pull made them easily gave way. With this last pull I now opened her jeans and once her hips weren’t wide enough to keep them up anymore gravity made her loosened jeans drop all the way onto the floor even immobilizing her even more. With her backside facing me I saw the Y-shaped thin lines of her white thong appearing from her anal seam and from around her waist in the dim lit shed. Now it really became a necessity for me to ‘unleash the beast’ before it would pierce my own pants. I opened up my fly and pulled the elastic seam from my boxers down to free my erection. I shuffled forward until my feet touched hers and our dropped pants touched each other. My hot pole got pressed against Saskia’s cool skin trapping my dick between Saskia’s spine and my own belly. Again I let one of my eager hands take hold of one of her tits while the other hand now slid inside the lace front of her thong to invade her most private part. Only now Saskia seemed to understand that her whole mission was just a fake story to get her here. She softly called my e-mail alias and I guess that at that moment Saskia finally understood how our whole contact was painstakingly set up to end in this. With my hands kneading her tit and fondling around between her legs I wondered how she must have felt now comprehending that she was being seduced to trade in the manipulated pictures for real ones which led into much spicier ones and all to ‘protect’ and gain back her privacy. She now understood she had reached the opposite and that she was blackmailed, e-blackmailed to be exact, into having sex any moment now against her will. Saskia was finally aware that she was going to get raped and again she started pleading: “Please don’t rape me, please, please don’t rape me, please..” Saskia cried while inside her white lace thong my middle finger impatiently dug itself in between her soft pussy lips. I found her entrance but it was not moist enough yet to let my finger slide inside and bit by bit I pushed and pulled my finger forward and deeper inside her cunt. Saskia wept and moaned, expressing her agony and pain. She wasn’t wet but I knew that it just was a question of making the right moves to open up the tap that withheld those fluids that where needed to lubricate her pussy. Although she didn’t want to have sex the senses in her body would surely react and facilitate the inevitable intercourse that was about to take place soon.

I started finger fucking Saskia and slowly her vagina produced some more moisture indeed and her shaft became more slippery bit by bit. She was now warm, soft and wet and I just had fuck her now. I let both of my hands rest on her waist while my index fingers intertwined with those slim sides of her spicy lace thong while I drew her a bit backwards by her pelvis. This just couldn’t get any better. How often had I peeped at her at the office back then. How often had I wondered what she was like? How often had I wanted to use her if just only once, desiring to grab that ass, longing to touch those tits and craving for her pussy. Now that very body of that same girl was in front of me. Saskia was partially naked and my stiff bare dick was already resting against her bare skin. Drunk and just all crazy to fuck her right away I pulled her thong down until just above knee level and I moved my behind backwards so my erection could be pointed slightly downwards and a bit lower. I then moved my body towards hers again while one of my hands guided my erection through her anal seam so it could then slide between her legs itself, ready to penetrate her hot pussy. Again I just could not believe that my erection was already between those warm legs and the tip of my dick even already made contact with her warm moist and so inviting pussy lips! Forcefully I drew Saskia even further backwards. I was now so freakin’ hungry and desperately needed to line her pussy opening better up with my pole. The restraints at her hands made that she stretched her arms and ultimately also that she had to bend over even more. There was no other option for her now than to give me that ass and enable me to poke against her pussy entrance with the purple swollen tip of my dick. Just one thrust forwards and I was inside! Rape would be a fact real soon now but before I really could enjoy having this forced sexual intercourse with Saskia I first had to kick at least one of my feet free from the clothing pile that was formed by my own pants and boxers. I needed my legs free to make her spread hers as far as possible so I put my feet between her ankles and pushed them from each other as far as her jeans allowed. The tip of my dick sank a bit inside her already and I now felt her hot pussy lips even better and my bare and unprotected erection just slid into the right position in between them. Then only that one simple firm thrust forwards was enough to insert my whole length of erected hot meat into Saskia’s warm hot body cavity. Like a battering-ram I invaded her as deep as I could. Holding her firmly by the bones of her pelvis and I then just started fucking Saskia. I was now just simply using her, enjoying myself, giving in to my most primal needs and desires, roughly raping her, degrading her….

Being inside Saskia just felt so good. I was aggressive and the rough hard fuck I gave her felt even better as I held myself how she deserved all of this, the stupid and dumb blond she was. I even got a bit angry on her as I just couldn’t understand how very stupid she had been to get into this?! With firm long strokes I repeated entering her, ramming my sexual organ forcefully and with long strokes as deep as possible into hers whilst adoring her complaining and tiring moans every time I invaded her. Oh yeah, I just gave her what she deserved and had called upon herself and fucked her real good and it even lasted quite a while. but then the inevitable orgasm announced itself to me and also very much too soon of course. I disregarded the feelings in my groin and kept on fucking her the hard way whilst relishing in this total crave caused by having total control over this defenseless young woman. I took no efforts to postpone my upcoming ejaculation. I just let myself come and only when I felt my semen already flowing I pulled Saskia’s fine ass firmly backwards so that my sperm would be ejaculated as deep inside of her as possible. While her cuffed wrist got painfully pulled against the hole and the tape around the other one got stretched under the tension Saskia just stood there with her hollow back awaiting her destiny. I then ejaculated squirt after squirt of semen deep inside of Saskia’s battered cunt. A heavenly cramp went through my dick and my balls and this orgasm really seemed to last. I let my semen flow and then just stood there for a while, waiting for my fierce orgasm to fade away before I even considered to withdraw my dick again.

When one of the fiercest orgasms that I had ever had experienced so far had faded the accompanying adrenaline rush and hormone level also slowly left my body and I felt tired. I now came to my senses again and finally I noticed some of the agony that Saskia was experiencing. She looked a mess with her partially removed clothing and she was twisting and turning herself and softly sobbing and moaning. Her pain didn’t feed my extreme arousal now and for the first time I even felt sorry for what I was causing her so ashamed I let go of her and took a step back. My dick left the cunt it had entered without any consent and gravity made my weakening dick touch my legs. I felt how my now shrinking pole and the spot I touched on the inside of my leg quickly cooled due to Saskia’s juices that were still liberally on it. Now that she wasn’t pulled backwards Saskia moved into the direction of the wall a bit so her arms got some slack again. She sighed and I noticed how on the inside of one of her legs slowly a stream of shiny semen came oozing down from her cunt. At this moment this wasn’t such a very arousing scene anymore so I quickly put my pants back on and got outside. The bright moonlit sky quickly became dark as a thunderstorm came rushing to the reserve. For a while I sat down in the tall grass enjoying the cool breeze that blew around my head. The whole situation was very unreal and I asked myself what the hell I had gotten myself and this poor innocent girl into. Sure, I had found the raping of someone always very arousing idea but if you would ever asked me if I was capable of doing that to someone myself I would have denied. But now I definitely had committed the act of rape. Had I now become a criminal so easily and just like that? It frightened me how I had felt no morality when I took advantage of Saskia and just had followed my instincts but what was I to do next? All kinds of thoughts crossed my mind for some time and then the rain suddenly started to pour from the sky and I had to get myself inside the shed again to find some shelter. In the now even much darker room I could Saskia see fighting with her restraints. She still was uncomfortable and tried to get herself free and the duct-tape already started to stretch a bit. A bright flash suddenly lit the whole interior of the shed and then a loud long rolling thunder followed. In the flash saw Saskia’s largely exposed body again and then my guilt got shouted down by the thunder. My arousal came back when I saw her bare ass and then the images of my sexual desires pushed those guilty feeling aside again and I even got quite an erection again. I still understood that this situation was all bad but it also was how it was now. A fuck more or less wouldn’t make any difference either now that the harm was already done. If I ever would get caught for this then I’d better take full advantage of it now! Yes, Having Saskia here was surely a unique chance. It was like my whole body was fully aware of this and the cramp in my balls suddenly faded and my dick recuperated itself into one of the hardest poles ever. The whole story that lead into this came back to me that feeling of guilt lessened quite a bit again when I remembered her extreme stupidity to blackmail her into her own rape. After all the trouble I’d taken I now still had the opportunity of heaving Saskia at my total disposal, just like a slave girl. The harm was already done, so why feeling guilty and quit now?

In my original planning I had carefully thought about a good and effective way to immobilize Saskia so I could take advantage of her. I Had executed my plan and it had provided me with optimal safety until now. The plan had proven itself to be as effective as it was simple. But now I found myself with a dilemma. Although I had carefully thought about a way to position Saskia in such a way that I could easily fuck her I hadn’t considered that it would cause so much discomfort and pain to poor Saskia, my victim. I also hadn’t planned that I might want to have another ‘go’ on her. I could easily take her once again the way she was tied up like this , but because everything went so smooth I wanted more now. I wanted to fuck her again but in a different position. I sure had really liked taken her firmly by her ass but now I wanted to take her from up front. I wanted to look her straight in her face as I would penetrate her once again and see those tits shake while I would let my dick pound inside of her.

I left the shed and slipped through the hole at the backside of the shed again. With a simple click I freed her red and painful wrist from the handcuff and Saskia quickly withdrew her hand. Then I hurried myself to the front door. As expected Saskia had taken the opportunity to try to remove the duct-tape from her hand with her free hand now and get away, but before she could even find a beginning in the knot of tape I was already back inside her side of the shed to stop her. Heavy rain now battered the roof of the shed with a deafening force. At some spots water came seeping through some cracks and holes. Lightning struck something close by and for the first time Saskia now had the opportunity to get a much better look at her attacker. In the split second the lightning flash took I once again sensed a shock that went through Saskia. She now finally saw my face and filled with fear she looked into my camouflaged faced and especially my eyes. Saskia just froze and I could see the revulsion in her facial expression as she looked into my yellow cat eyes. These ‘fun contact lenses’ really made my disguise perfect and her so frightful experience complete. Again I took advantage of the situation and handled quick. I took her left arm and with my pocket knife I cut the tape loose and tore it away from her wrist. The duct-tape left a white sticky residue behind and once more her arm got twisted behind her back. I pulled her blouse over her right arm and together with the strap of her bra it slid over her arm. Then I took her by her bruised red wrist and let go over her other arm. Saskia screamed loudly and shrunk when I took her by her painful arm. I even didn’t have to twist it behind her back to keep her under control and without any resistance het tasteless blouse and bra slid from her left arm and fell onto the dusty floor of the shed. Then the handcuffs rattled again and like a prisoner both hand got cuffed behind her back. I then applied some duct tape over the handcuffs so that the little levers could not accidentally opened.
With my hand I firmly took a bunch of her long blond hair behind her head and pulled it so I could hold her. Then I let my mouth take her nipples deep inside, suckling them real hard one after the other ending in a forced French kiss that didn’t got answered.

I pulled Saskia hard by her ponytail and made her sit on her own blouse with her bare ass so I could try to undress her further. I wanted those jeans gone and it took me some painstaking efforts to get the narrow sleeves of her rough denim trousers over her ankles without taking her boots off. But I succeeded and then some more hair pulling was needed to get her up again so that she now could kneel down on her blouse. Some straw ropes that were largely available on the floor then where use to tie her boots together at her ankles and then her ponytail got also tied to her feet so that

Saskia now had to sit down on her knees with her hands behind her back and her head forced backwards. I nice piece of bondage was the result and she sat there real submissive with her thong somewhere between her knees and boots. Her pale white tits hung in front of me and of course they got vigorously grabbed again. Again I freed my dick. On this occasion I took my time to take my pants and shorts of and from the corner of her eyes I saw that Saskia observed me and my stiff organ. I just knew that she very clearly understood that she was going to be raped again. She could hardly move and she only sighed even more discouraged when I spread her jeans behind her on the dirty concrete floor of the shed. I had taken some good looks around the interior some times but the shed was all empty and there was nothing around to lay her down on. Damn, I now even hated myself that I had not brought a mattress or a blanket or something in my so well thought of preparations.

I squatted in front of her and held her head between both hands and kissed her. My tongue found hers, but she didn’t answer my kiss. Both my hands then strongly pulled her knees upwards and apart. Saskia was shocked. She tried to keep her balance and in her motion the slim chain between her cuffs suddenly broke and then she fell backwards and came to lay on her backside on her own jeans. I saw her hesitate. She could now use her arms to resist and put up a struggle, but strangely she didn’t. This stupid female creature acted like she accepted that she was just here to have sex with. Had she just accepted her faith? Did she understand that she would be better off by letting me do my thing and lay low so that things wouldn’t get worse? Could things get any worse then? Saskia just let me continue with what I was doing to her and without any difficulty I could bring my erection between her spread legs. The tip of my dick already pointed to the entrance that was still quite sticky from the dried up sperm. I even felt my leg stick against the cold dried up sperm that was still on the inside of her leg. That stickiness didn’t bother me because I was all focused on my next fuck. This time I observed closely how my erection slid inside her pussy from up front with her legs open wide and her tits flattened on her chest. The semen that was still left behind inside her shaft facilitated an easy entry and once I was completely inside her warm hot cavity again I started to fuck her once more. This time her ‘turn’ even lasted quite a bit longer than before and it seemed like I really could fuck her forever now. My dick on its second erection was so very stiff that it almost lost its sense. For a long time I only felt the blood pound in my dick’s head on every heartbeat making it swell inside her and probably also widening her pussy even more on the inside. Every time that I lost my breath after a session of revelations through her cunt I let my dick rest inside her for a while and then I just played with her tits some more or licked and bit her neck until I had the strength again to pound her some more. Fucking her with long lazy strokes got altered into quick sessions of banging my stomach against hers. Her tits wobbled and moved on every movement inside of her and Saskia could do nothing and she only sighed and moaned with her head backwards.

But also this endless pounding suddenly reached its climax. From out of nothing my balls suddenly contracted intensely. Even quicker than the last orgasm this one came. It was shorter and tougher than before. I just felt one long lasting severe squirt through my pole just like something sucked my balls empty with force from inside Saskia. I could not keep a scream back and then I collapsed and fell on Saskia. More of my seed had now got pumped deep inside that so fine hot cunt of Saskia and this time a real painful cramp in my groin came even before my orgasm had completely faded. I guess that my poor lazy balls just protested heavily now after working such over hours. I wasn’t used to these intensive sex sessions and that sore feeling made me pull my dick back now. These passed hours of arousal and excitement took their toll and urged me to stop having sex and with dislike I drew my organ backwards. I saw my dick’s head come out from between Saskia’s pussy lips and her cunt closed itself although a small gap stayed as if she wanted more. After some hours being restrained and enduring forced sexual intercourse Saskia also was numb. She was quiet and even the heavy rain had turned into a soft drizzle now. During her ordeal she had cried all her tears and screamed all her screams. Her voice and tears where gone now and she just lay there waiting for what was about to happen next. I untied her hair and her ankles so she could move a bit. When I got up Saskia rolled over on her side and she drew her legs in a fetal position and folded her arm around her knees to protect herself from more invasions of her so sore vagina. Again I dressed myself while looking at her. In my eyes she was nothing more than a thing now, a nameless body, a doll you can play with and I even did not feel any remorse. I was in pain and wanted to get out of here fast now. I needed a shower and a lot of sleep.

The heavy thunderstorm had passed and the bright moon lit the interior of the shed again and gave me a good look at my victim. Saskia looked dirty and quite unattractive now. Her long blond hair was a mess and her skin was all stained with the dust from the floor. From the point where I was standing I saw my second load of sperm seeping from her cunt onto the inner leg that wasn’t stained by my earlier orgasm and from there it slowly oozed from her inner thigh onto her jeans underneath. The amount of my most recently ejaculated load of cum really surprised me. My second orgasm had been fierce but usually those second time orgasms do feel more severe than I really ejaculate. This time I had obviously produced much more sperm than usual and the idea that she now was thoroughly rinsed down inside made me grin. To hide my short moment of malicious delight I picked Saskia’s dirty bra from the floor and threw it her way. She looked up to me. Her normally so sexy black eye makeup was now all smeared and made her look like a junkie. Saskia took her bra back and she quickly pulled her thong up as if that tiny piece of underwear was going to protect her from yet another assault. I saw her thong and it was dirty from all the dirt and it even got quickly saturated by the semen that still came seeping from her inside. I pointed to her jeans and made her a gesture to put them on. Saskia eagerly took them from the floor and now it was her turn to fight with her trousers and get her boots swiftly through her jeans. After closing her fly she hastily grabbed her blouse from the floor. I took some steps back and watched her get dressed. Saskia kept an eye on me from the corner of her eyes. She noticed that this was going to be the end and she didn’t even take the trouble of putting her bra back on but just covered her body in her dirty clothing. After a final skittish look in my direction she fled the scene. From the shed I saw her fight her way through the high wet grass to the shell footpath and then she started running back to her car. Her running was sluggish and she varied it with stretches walking quickly towards the parking lot.
After that all exciting and certainly very surprising long way that had led into getting her here this sudden ending sure was an anticlimax to me. I really had enjoyed the long lasting foreplay and I definitely loved the brutal sex I had, but now it all felt empty, almost just like my balls. It came to mind that Saskia had been just like a rollercoaster ride in an busy amusement park; you wait in line for quite a while getting more and more excited the closer you get to the station and once you get your ride you really enjoy it all the way, but its always shorter as you expected!

Saskia disappeared from beyond my sight and then I first checked the inside of the shed painstakingly so that I was sure that there wasn’t any proof left behind that could harm me. I removed the crate from the backside of the inner wall. Only the hole I made is still reminder for what happened here. I even swept the floor with a tree branch to erase our footprints. Then I retreated myself through the dense growth. I had hid a bag somewhere and almost could not find it back. Inside my bag I had put some stuff to clean up my face and change into something less conspicuous. After cleaning myself up and taking my lenses out I then walked into the direction of the highway to find my bicycle. Through the dark night I then cycled my way back home already looking forward and puzzling about a possible next rape. My appetite for this kind of forced sex had been aroused and I definitely wanted more….

Written and executed in 2008 by Sjipporama