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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Flash of Desire Tournament
- Theme: Lucky charm
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Talisman
One never forgets the first time. The parting of the legs, the thrill of hot pulsating flesh penetrating unwilling flesh. The cries, the tears the utter defeat, those are memories that stayed with me forever. And I cherish them just as the feeling of power that came with them.
I glanced at the strand of red hair, stored in the portrait frame of my old-fashioned pocket-watch. It was my talisman, my good luck charm. My mind wandered back to a summer night sixteen years ago, not dissimilar to tonight actually.
The watch was an inheritance from my grandfather, who had loved the anachronistic time piece. It was clunky and impractical, but kindled fond memories of the old man. Also, if I wished it to be, it could act as an icebreaker at parties. Believe me when I say, pull out a pocket-watch at a party, next to a girl you want to strike up a conversation with, and it will invariably lead to a question by her. It might be curiosity or scorn, but it hardly ever gets ignored. I had met Veronica at such a party. But all I had learned at that occasion, was that she was a student of art history, enjoyed the feminist movie scene and didn’t care for me at all. I further learned from observation, that she filled her black t-shirt very admiringly, and that her ass looked spectacular in her tight jeans.
The ass also looked spectacular as I followed her one evening while she was jogging. The long red hair collected under a White Sox cap, was swinging from one side to another, in perfect rhythm with her hips. Seeing the fleshy mounds of her ass accentuated under the tight Lycra off her pants causes something to snap inside me. I picked up my speed. She didn’t hear me approaching as she wore earbuds, shutting out the world to music.
I was only two steps behind her when we reached a bend with a small growth of shrubbery. Accelerating into a sprint and closed the gap. Crashing into her back, carrying both of our bodies off the path and behind the shrubbery. I came to lie on top of her body, pinning her down with my full weight. One of her earbuds had fallen out, I recognized the music as Hips don’t lie. A good omen.
She started to struggle to get up, but I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her face into the grass, reducing her chance of seeing me, and muffling her cries. I lowered my voice by an octave and to a whisper, before talking into her empty ear.
“Listen carefully, I’ll only tell you once. A single word, any sign of resistance and you will not leave this place alive. You behave and you will live. Nod if you understand me!”
It took a moment before her struggling stopped .and I felt her nodding.
I pulled her wrists away from her body, palms up. I pulled down her pants, she wasn’t wearing panties, the cold air around her privates caused her to stir, but more pressure to the neck reminded her to be calm. She knew what she was in for, but fear of death kept her compliant. I worked the pants all the way down until they caught into her shoes. But that didn’t matter, this left enough room for me to get between her legs.
My hand felt her pussy, damp with sweat, adorned by a soft fleece of hair above it. Curious if the carpets would match the drapes, I ripped out a few of her pubes, dropping them onto the red tresses of her hair. I had caught myself a true redhead. Dropping my own pants, as my raging erection became uncomfortable in confinement.
Placing the head against her entrance, I pushed inside her. Which was caused me some difficulty, as she was not sufficiently lubricated for me. Pulling back a bit, I spat on my hand massaging the saliva on my cock. That made it easier for me, not so much for her based on her moans and little cries. Yet as my balls hit her pelvis, her comfort was the last thing on my mind. Her unwilling pussy felt incredibly tight around my cock. Too tight to last very long, but I was fucking her with vigor as long as I could before exploding inside her.
While I lay on top of her in my post orgasmic bliss, my eyes fell on her hair, and I knew I needed a memento of this day. A strand quickly fell victim to my pen knife. I rearranged my clothes, whispering into her ear again.
“I will leave now, you will slowly count till 100 and then you can get up. If you try to get up earlier I will find you, and end you.”
I didn’t wait around to see if she would really count all the way up, I very quickly ran away from the scene. Elated by my success. There had been other successes over the years, her hair always with me, my good luck charm. Every time I found another one, I followed my recipe for success, grab her from behind, and fuck them that way. Pressed against a wall, over a garbage can. It didn’t matter never give them a chance to see my face. Sometimes it’s a pity I can’t see their tits, but I can grope them, and to be honest I always have been more of an ass man.
Tonight's special attraction was a medium tall blonde with short blonde hair, and a great rack underneath her tight top. Grabbing my lucky charm, I went for her. But as I grabbed her, I suddenly felt her elbow in my solar plexus and my face crashed into the ground. She forced my arm onto my back snarling.
“Your luck ran out. Assaulting an FBI agent, such a bad idea. You are under arrest.”
The End.
