The Making of Wren

The Making of Wren

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

When Wren is suddenly kidnapped and sold to a mysterious man, her life seems to be in the midst of sexual, lust filled ruin. He has plans to dominate and keep her beneath him, her resistance is strong, but his power over her might be stronger.

Summary

When Wren is suddenly kidnapped and sold to a mysterious man, her life seems to be in the midst of sexual, lust filled ruin. He has plans to dominate and keep her beneath him, her resistance is strong, but his power over her might be stronger.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Making of Wren

Author Chapter Note

When Wren is suddenly kidnapped and sold to a mysterious man, her life is turned upside down. He has plans to dominate and keep her beneath him, her resistance is strong, but his power over her might be stronger.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 22, 2015

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How does he even know my name?...

 

One more equation. My head was already aching a bit from staring at my trig book for hours. Finally. I shut the book with a huff and stretched my legs out in front of me. They were tight from sitting on them as I bent over my book in my humble apartment bedroom. The lamp beside me lit my bed and books. With a sigh I lifted my books and dropped them into the worn messenger bag that had been my father’s by my bed.

Standing, I stretched again and felt the muscles in my back finally begin to loosen. I shook my hair out of my headband and glanced at my watch. It was already well past midnight. I made my way to the kitchen and found one of my favorite mugs that was shaped like a fox head. I started a pot of boiling water and heard my front door slam. I glanced up to see my roommate drop her purse by our door and run a tired hand through her wild blonde hair.

"You know it's Sunday night, right?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"The weekend doesn't end till I say so," she slurred. I smirked and shook my head. The night life of southern California was not lost on Miranda. She stumbled to her room to sleep off the rest of her adventures that I was sure I would hear all about tomorrow, granted she remembered them. Once my tea was made I took it, and my tired self, back to my room.

I peeled off my purple tank top before pulling off my shorts. I hadn’t slept clothed in years. It was fall, but in southern California, that didn’t mean much. I switched off the lamp on the desk by my bed and laid down. I pulled my soft duvet over my naked body and lay on my back for just a moment. I familiar itch that I had gotten good at suppressing throughout the day surfaced in my body. The feeling that began to kindle in my core began to spark and flame as my mind wandered back through all the stories I had read and the videos I’d seen. As my hand began to wander down my body I dwelled on a familiar scene I had read over and over again online. In my minds eyes I could see a handsome, muscular man behind a woman with her legs splayed. He had her wrists tied in front of her on the bed, and she was bent at the waist. I imagined how he roughly grasps her hips as he thrusts into her wet pussy. I imagine him reaching up her body and grasping a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, and making her scream. As my mind indulged in these thoughts I began to slowly rub my damp sex. I could feel myself getting wetter as I rubbed.

I picked up my pace, running my fingers through my wet folds. I ran my other hand down to my breast. I kneaded the soft mound in my hand as I slowly began to press my fingers into my tight slit. I stifled a moan as I pressed two fingers all the way into my dripping pussy. I let out a sigh of pure pleasure as I gently pinched my nipple and began to press against my g-spot. The aching flame inside of me was at a full blaze now as I continued to imagine scenes of rough, hair pulling, neck biting sex. I pinched my nipples a bit harder, my fingers now thrusting in and out of me. I could feel my tight walls clenching around my fingers as I got closer and closer to climaxing. With a final thrust all the way into my now soaked sex, my back arched and I came with abandon. Finally sated, sleep began to creep into my vision. My tired eyes consumed me as my body lay in the afterglow.

I woke with a start. My breath was heavy, and sweat dampened my brow. I chewed my cheeks to relieve my extreme case of cotton mouth as my eyes fell on my window. The moon was high, and the city slept. I rubbed my eyes for a moment before swinging my legs off the side of the bed. Sleep would not be an option right now. I'd had so much trouble sleeping lately; I constantly felt watched. I always felt like I wasn't alone. Nightmares had plagued me for months now, and I went to bed nearly expecting them. Strange houses, large mazes, horrifying monsters, and dark faced men. These were all my companions after I closed my eyes.

I pulled myself out of bed and pulled on my running shorts and a sports bra. I grabbed my tennis shoes as I walked out into the kitchen. Glancing at the kitchen clock before I left I saw it was nearly 5. My classes would be rough today. I strode out into the warm, but breezy, California night. I took up a slow jog; a short run would exhaust me enough to get a couple more hours of sleep later. I ran down a side road past my apartment. I ran past a slew of cookie cutter houses with minor variations between them, as if they were all trying to prove their individuality. There were clouds over the moon, and I heard nothing but the sound of my breath getting heavier as I ran. I saw no one, not that I expected to. The quiet suburb I ran through let off to a connector road between two neighborhoods. I stopped for a moment to collect my breath, and then I looked around and saw no one. I half expected to see a pair of glowing eyes peeking out at me from the bushes. I shook my head at my paranoia. Get it together, Wren.

I picked up my pace again and continued to make my way towards the second suburb. My shadow began to shift in front of me as headlights came up from behind me. I made my way to the sidewalk as I expected the van to pass me. Brakes screeched, and I turned quickly as adrenaline began to pulse through me. It was all in slow motion. The white van doors opened, and out leapt three men like panthers. My scream was caught in my throat as I tried to run the other direction. They were cloaked in black and the night. The first one that grabbed me grabbed my upper arms from behind. I tried to kick up and get off the ground to kick something, anything. His grip was vice like around me. Another man grabbed my legs. I was now held like a sling between the two men, my legs kicking as much as they could.

A scream ripped out of my lungs, but nothing happened. I was alone at the mercy of these beasts that had hunted me. I was being moved towards the open doors of the van that looked to me like the open gaping passage to hell. My breath was gone. It was leaving me as I gasped in panic trying to regain my ability to breathe. They were too strong and quick; I didn't stand a chance.

I was tossed haphazardly into the back of the cold, seatless van, and the panthers followed close behind. I scrambled to the far corner of the van away from them. I didn't realize I had been crying until I felt the AC on my damp cheeks. The engine revved, and I felt the van jump into gear with a jolt. I felt the weight of my situation in full as I realized I was being carted away to god knows where.

"Remember what Mav said," The driver called back. I leapt for the side door, but before I got to it I was grabbed by the waist and pulled into the lap of one of the men. I struggled as much as I could before my arms were painfully wrenched behind my back. I felt a thick, cutting rope encircle my wrists tightly, and bind them there. I sobbed loudly as the circulation was cut from my hands. I kicked as much as I could, but it did no good. All my feet could find was the floor of the van as I was held against the man who had tied my wrists together. I howled in anguish as my hair was pulled hard by the man behind me.

"Shut up," he demanded. I sobbed and couldn't stop. I heard one of the men behind me moving. He soon crouched directly in front of me, and I could only now clearly see his face. His brow was heavy set, and prickly scruff lined his cheeks. Two silver loops pierced his brow, and a snarl spread across his cracked lips.

"If you do not shut the hell up I will give you more to cry about, cunt," he threatened in a heavy southern accent.

"Calm down, Don," the man that held me said, obviously annoyed. "Besides, Mav wanted her delivered unharmed." Even after the defense of the other man, I tried to quiet my crying. When I felt the man holding me relax his grip a bit, I made my move. I kicked up and out of his hold. I tried to spring to the door of the van as quickly as I could. I pulled at the binds on my wrists, but it did no good.

"Little bitch," I heard Don yell. I turned just in time to catch his knuckles soaring towards my vision. Blackness.


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