Brittany's Nightmare

I walked into the kitchen, planning how I was going to spend my week alone while my parents were on vacation. I was pretty small at only five feet four inches tall, 130 lbs, and a 34C bra size with short blonde hair and dark blue eyes. I had just put a movie into the blue-ray player when the doorbell rang.

I don't usually answer the doorbell when I am home alone, but someone was talking through the door, "Please, can you help me? My car broke down right in front of your house. Could I please use your phone to call a tow truck?"

I walked to the door cautiously, and looked through the peep hole. Standing there was a twenty- something year old guy with short, spiky blonde hair, chilling blue eyes, and stood at around six feet two inches tall. He was so hot, so I walked over to the mirror to make sure I looked okay. Then I went to open the door.

"Hi," I said brightly, "So you need to call a tow truck?"

"Yeah", he said dreamily, "Mind if I come in?"

"Oh- uh, well my parents don't really like me letting people in the house when I am all alone," I said shakily.

"So your home alone?" he asked, "What are your parents doing leaving a sweet little thing like you alone?"

I was getting incredibly uneasy. He was looking down at me with an unknown sparkle in his eyes. All I knew was that I wanted him to leave-- now.

"Oh, well you know my parents should be home any minute," I smiled.

"Really? Because I could have sworn that your parents left yesterday with quite a few bags," he said smirking at me.

I froze. My breath caught in my throat. I looked outside all around, but saw only parked cars, no broken down cars with the hood up, or smoke coming out, and worst of all; no people. I grabbed the door and tried to slam it shut on him so I could go call the police. But before I could get the door shut, he shoved a steel- toed boot in the door. I pushed against the door to try and break his foot in it, but he was way stronger than me. He pushed the door open and slammed it shut as I stumbled out of the way. I ran as fast as I could to the closest phone, but he caught me by the arm. He then proceeded to slam me against the wall, and put one hand around my throat and put both of my small hands in the other above my head.

"P-please," I begged, blinking away tears. "Please don't kill me."

He smiled at me- It was terrifying even on his handsome face. "Don't worry sweetheart," he said mockingly, "I'm not going to kill you-- but what I am going to do to you will probably make you want me to." The smirk returned to his face, as I looked up at him, barely breathing.

“You see,” he continued, “I have been watching you for a few weeks because when I first saw you, I couldn’t help but think about how hot you were. I was planning on just letting you go on with your pathetic teenage life, but that was before I realized what a tease you are.”

Tears were now flowing freely from my eyes. What is he going to do to me? I thought to myself. He didn’t even notice my tears as he continued talking.

“I saw guy after guy try to ask you out, but you reject all of them while you walk around in your slut clothes, acting like you’re the fucking shit. Now, Brittany, I’m going to teach you the error of your ways.” Hearing my name on his tongue sent shivers down my spine.

“Please, don’t,” I sobbed, looking up at him desperately, “I’ll give you whatever you want. My parents have money, so please don’t do this.”

His smile disappeared and his face was now empty of emotion. “Oh, I don’t need money. You really think that can solve all of your problems, don’t you bitch?” He took his hand from my hands that were numb after being above my head, and slapped me hard across the face. I had never been hit before. The side of my cheek stung as I tried to scream out for help. He laughed at me. “Who are you yelling for? No one is around or home,” he smiled sinisterly; “We have all the privacy we need, don’t we Brittany?”

He let me fall to the floor in a crumbled mess. “P-please,” I whispered, trying to plead with him once more. He crouched down, so that we were face to face.

“What’s that sweetheart?” he asked, “I couldn’t hear you.” I just continued to sob: There was no way out.

He stood back up and took a handful of my blonde locks and pulled me upstairs while I screamed in pain.

“Oh yeah,” he yelled as he dragged me, “scream for me, bitch!” He managed to drag me up the steps and pulled me into my room. He threw me down on the ground which was luckily carpeted. I was crying and sobbing and begging now. He then grabbed my hair again. I screamed as he yanked my head back so he could whisper in my ear.

“You know ever since I decided I was going to fuck you, I haven’t done anything; no masturbating, sex, no nothing. I wanted to save all of me for you, and you’re going to get it you fucking cunt,” he snarled into my ear.

He then pulled me up to my knees so I was looking straight up at him. “Please,” I tried once more, “I’m a virgin! I have never done anything like this before!” He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to my feet.

“Wow, honey,” he said to me, “that was a stupid thing to say. So now I know you’re a virgin, and you clearly have no idea what a treat it is to fuck a little teen virgin’s brains out. Don’t worry though sweetie, we will get there.”

I sighed and looked down defeated. He then shoved me back down on my knees. “That’s where whores belong,” he smiled down at me. I was face to face with his crotch, which luckily his jeans covered, but I could see a bulge growing there.

“Alright, first things first,” he said brightly, “strip”. It wasn’t a request. Before I could even register what he had said, he backhanded me across the face. I fell to the side, but quickly got back up.

“I said, strip,” he said trough gritted teeth. This time, I complied right away, as I pulled my shirt and shorts off, leaving me in nothing but a bra and my panties. “Those too,” he said, clearly frustrated. I was terrified. I took my bra off and then slowly pulled off my panties as tears fell from my eyes.

“good girl,” he smirked, “Damn, you are a hot one. Look at you, on your knees in front of me. Exactly where you should be.” I saw the bulge in his jeans was threatening to burst the seams. I looked at it in horror.

“Now undo my pants, and grab my cock,” he said. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with fear. He clearly didn’t want to ask me twice since he took a handful of my hair and rubbed my face against his clothed cock. “Do it,” he ordered.

I was sobbing heavily, but complied as I slowly undid his belt, then the top button of his jeans and the zipper. I pulled them down, then did the same to his briefs, and in doing so, came face to face with his monstrous cock. I tried to pull away but he still had a hand tightly entwined in my hair. It was the first cock I had seen in real life, and it was incredibly close up. He peeled off his shirt revealing a perfectly toned chest with a rippling six pack. In any other situation, I would have found him incredibly attractive, but not now. All I could see was a monster.

“Good girl,” he cooed, “Now open your mouth and suck me off.” I made no move to open my mouth. He then took his cock in his one hand while his other hand was still in my hair keeping me close. He pulled me closer to his cock, as I struggled against his grip on my hair. The tip of his cock was now touching my lips. I wanted so bad to scream or gasp, but I refused to open my mouth and let that foul thing in. He traced my lips with it, leaving traces of precum on my mouth as it swept over.

“Come on bitch,” he said, “open wide.” He then pulled me even closer so that my face was smashed against his member. He was getting irritated, so he put his thumb and forefinger over my nose so that I would have no choice but to open my mouth for air. When I finally opened, he shoved his cock roughly down my throat. I choked and sputtered at the unwanted intruder. It stopped in the back of my throat, and he kept my head from moving back off of it.

“How about this,” he said, “You suck me off convincingly, and I’ll be on my way. I’ll let you stay a virgin a little longer.” He then paused for a second before saying, “God you look hot with my meat shoved in your mouth, so what do you say?” He then pulled out, leaving me gasping for air as I contemplated his proposal.

The sooner I get out of this, the better, I thought to myself. I had never sucked cock before, but it’s not rocket science. I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said.
“All right,” he said, “Then get to it, slut.”

I proceeded to take him in my mouth, but his cock was about ten inches long fully erect, so I could only fit about half of him without choking. I started to bob my head up and down on the disgusting member, trying to get more of it in my mouth but failing.