CW: Nonconsent, impregnation
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The dame swept into my office like a hurricane - she looked about ready to tear the roof off, and she got me wet pretty quick, too.
She was tall and slender, with pale skin and black hair that had been styled once but now fell wild around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark blue like a churning ocean, which matched her expression. She slipped her raincoat off and tossed it onto my coat hook, revealing a dress that might have heard of the concept of modesty at a party once. I kept my eyes off of her generous cleavage, the curve of her hip, and the line of her lower thigh, although my peripheral vision worked overtime. Instead I looked her in the eye, taking in her expression of simmering anger, and waited for her to speak.
"I need your help, Miss Harrison."
I nodded. "That's what I'm here for, miss..."
"Claire," she said. "Claire Cane."
"Well, why don't you have a seat and tell me what the difficulty is," I said. "Do you want a drink?"
She narrowed her eyes. Suspicion seemed to come naturally to her, but then again it suited her features. "Do you keep drinks in your office?"
"Sometimes a client needs to calm their nerves before they tell me their problem," I said. Sometimes I needed it, too, but I wasn't about to tell Claire so.
"I'd rather keep my nerves as they are," she said. She took a seat facing me, and drew a deep breath. "A man has been...stalking me for several days. He's trying to steal a jade necklace, one that belonged to my grandmother."
"How do you know that's what he's after?"
"He told me so."
"He spoke to you?" I asked.
She blushed, as much in anger as in shame. "He did more than just speak to me."
I nodded, fairly certain I knew what was coming next - her assailant, likely. "Why don't you tell me everything that happened. Start at the beginning."
She nodded, and began.
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I'd been suspicious that someone was following me for several days before the event. Last Friday, I saw a tall blond man walking some distance behind me as I left a party, and something about his manner made me wonder if he was following me. I hopped in a taxi and left, and at first I thought I was merely being paranoid.
The next day, though, I noticed a gray car following me as I took a drive along the coast. The traffic thinned out just past the point, and the car stayed behind me for miles. I pulled off and turned around, and as I did I caught sight of the driver. It was the same man who'd been walking behind me the night before - wavy blond hair, gray eyes, a well-trimmed goatee. He saw me, too, and narrowed his eyes before I pulled back onto the road and floored it back to the city.
I spoke to the police, Miss Harrison, but they told me that no crime had been committed. Besides, they said, I was well-known as someone who attended parties, gambling halls, and other such establishments, so I had little repute to trade on. I knew they would be useless.
I considered staying in and waiting for him to lose interest, but I couldn't bear the thought of letting him dictate what I did with my nights. So I went to a party at the Rickenbaugh estate, up on the hills above the city. I drank, and I danced, and I let myself believe once again that the man had gone.
I was only mostly sober when I returned home in the early hours of the morning. I stumbled inside, locking the door behind me, and walked into my bedroom. I kicked my heels off, and slipped out of my dress. I undid my bra, and slid my panties down.
You may accuse me of vanity, but I caught sight of my full-length mirror and stepped closer to it. I only had a moment to appreciate my body, though, before I saw the man standing in my doorway.
I turned, covering myself as best I could with my hands. "What are you doing?" I demanded. "Get out!"
"Eventually," he said. "But first I want that jade necklace you've got hidden somewhere around here. You know the one."
I raised my chin. "You'll get nothing."
He smiled. "I'll get something, one way or another," he said. He cast aside his trenchcoat, revealing his naked form, and rushed at me.
I am not a pugilist, Miss Harrison. I have no training as a fighter. But I fought as best I could. I scratched him across the face, and landed a kick that would have neutered him if it had landed a bit closer.
He grabbed my wrists, though, and turned me to face away from him. I could see us both in the full-length mirror - my arms pinned at my sides and my bosom heaving as I struggled in his grasp, his strong arms wrapped around me. I could feel his manhood pressing against my backside, and feel the warmth of his breath against my neck.
"Come on now, doll," he said, as his left hand moved down along my hip. "If you don't tell me where the treasure is, I'll have to go looking for it myself."
I suppose I could have given him a false location, and hoped that it would buy me enough time. But in the moment, it didn't occur to me. I was overcome with anger that he'd try to take anything from me, whether it was a touch or an heirloom, and I wanted to spit in his eye.
"You'll never find anything, you crumb," I hissed.
"Let's find out," he said, and slid his hand down.
His arm kept me pinned tightly against him as his fingers slid through my bush and reached my lips. I squirmed, but I couldn't move far. I watched helplessly in the mirror as he leaned over my shoulder and looked down my front, watching my chest move and my legs kick as I struggled in vain.
"Oh," he said softly. I must admit that, after a night of drinking and dancing, I was already primed, and in spite of my anger the sensation of his stiffening cock pressed against me was stirring me further. He ran his fingers along my lips, and in spite of his brutish behavior he seemed to know what he was doing.
"Shh," he said softly, his fingers gently parting my lips as they moved. I squirmed, and he tightened his grip, keeping me still as he worked. I fought, but I must admit that my body was eager to cooperate with him. Before long I could feel myself getting quite wet, my body happy at the prospect of the sort of companionship I hadn't given it at the party. In the mirror, my blush had spread from my cheeks down my neck and onto my chest. I hissed, gritting my teeth, and I felt him smile against my neck.
"It's alright if you like it," he said.
"I'll plug you the instant I get the chance," I said. I wasn't in a position to make threats--I could see my naked body in the mirror, held in place, defenseless against his explorations--but I was determined to fight him at every turn.
He took a moment to appreciate the sight of my body, then grinned. "Not if I plug you first."
I screamed, but even if my neighbors heard they didn't do anything about it. He dragged me toward the bed and threw me onto it. Before I could escape he was straddling me, his hands reaching for my wrists as I tried to push him away. I scrabbled for purchase against my soft sheets, trying to push myself away, but in a moment he had my arms pinned to the pillow.
I gasped for breath, my breasts pressing against his chest. Slowly and carefully, he slid his knee between my legs and pried them apart. He shifted, his hard cock pressing against my belly for a moment as he moved between my legs.
"Stop!" I cried. I looked up at where he gripped my wrists, then down at his cock, and finally up at his face. He was waiting, giving me a moment to tell him where the necklace was hidden before he ravished me, and even though I was desperate to stop him I couldn't give him that satisfaction either.
He could see it all in my face - he knew I wasn't about to tell him. So, without a word, he pressed forward, his hard cock reaching my lips and parting them.
"No!" I cried. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. He pressed in and drew back, each stroke moving him just a bit deeper and giving my pussy time to accommodate him. A part of me wanted to look down at where he was entering me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. He made no effort to conceal his pleasure - I could see it in the corners of his eyes and in his open mouth - but he hadn't stopped watching me, either. A better thief would have used my shock to make me talk, but he was just making sure he wasn't going too quickly.
"Oh, doll," he gasped. I panicked for a moment, wondering if he was about to blow, but his breathing was too even. "You feel so good."
"Let me go," I said, my voice wavering.
"I will," he said. "But you've gotta give me something."
I roared at him. I couldn't think of a word to say, but I couldn't stay silent. I twisted in his grasp, trying to roll my hips away and accomplishing nothing but making him feel strong. He watched me, then shrugged as best he could.
"Or I can keep giving you something," he said. I glared at him, but my anger didn't seem to bother him. Instead, he turned his attention to my pleasure.
It wasn't clear that that was his goal, at first. He looked down, watching my breasts heaved and my hips buck as I struggled against him. Unwittingly, I followed his gaze down, and watched his hard shaft thrust into my helpless cunt, my wet lips welcoming him each time. For the first few moments, I thought he was just enjoying the view.
It wasn't until I gasped in pleasure as he rolled his hips against mine, and he shifted his hips to follow the motion, that I realized what he was doing. I squealed and tried to twist my hips away, but he set his hand on my side to keep me in place.
"Struggle if you need to," he breathed. "It still tells me what you like."
"Bastard!" I cried. I tried to give him a defiant look, and I suppose for a moment I succeeded. But he met my gaze, and held it as he moved. His hips rocked down, pressing against my pearl as he drove his cock inside me. With every thrust my eyes opened wider, and my mouth made more of an O, until I had to struggle again just to remind him which team I was on.
"There you are," he said. "If you wanna wait to tell me where the necklace is until after you cum, that'd be fine."
"I won't tell you!" I cried.
"We'll find out," he said.
