Courtney Leon Tree Confusion with Three Confusion with Three Part One of Five. 
 
 
   
 First of all, I just wanted to say this is my first book, like ever, on this site, so I don't mind comments of how bad it was, or something like that. But here is Confusion with Three, I hope you enjoy! 
 
I looked around, in my skin-tight dress, with my heels in the grasp of my fingers, expecting to find a taxi sometime soon. A free one atleast. Alot of people passed by me, some old men whistling, some slapping my ass. Then the woman just looked at me, with pity. I looked at the floor, and then back up, and whistled for the taxi nearby, with the light on, and it came towards me. I got in the back seats, and stared at the man, "21 Central Road please!" I yelped at him, and he started to drive straight away. I rested my shoes on the side of my hip, leaning against it, and opened up my bag, and checked my phone, quickly. It was 19:54. I'm gonna be late, and I dreaded the thought of that. My curfew is in 6 minutes.  
I paid the driver, and got out of the car, and buzzed into a flat, and walked in, dropping my heels on the floor, and dumped my bag on the table. "I'm home!" I yelled out to the wind, getting a response of my brother, of course, "Okay! Dinner's in the microwave, just put it to heat for a minute!" I smirked, walking into the open kitchen, and looked inside the microwave. A few chips with a fish, woop dee doo. I put it to heat for a minute, and walked into my bedroom, and changed into my pyjamas. I clicked the t.v. on, and went into the kitchen, salting my food and adding ketchup. Grabbing a fork, I went and sat on the couch, eating into my dinner, while staring at the television, plainly. 
I put my empty plate on the kitchen unit, and walked into my brother's spare room, looking at his drawings. He always was painting in the room, his hobby was this. Fairplay, he was a brilliant artist, just never showed it to anyone but me. "You really need to show someone this room.." I blurt out my thoughts. He looked at me funny, "I'm going over my friends, might stay the night, okay?" I asked him, and he just nodded. I walked into my bedroom, got my sleep-over bag, and got a spare set of pyjamas, and some clothes tomorrow. I also grabbed my make-up, and my phone charger, along with a brush, deodorant, some shoes, and my fuzzy slippers. 
I ran out of the house, with a coat on, my phone in my coat pocket, and my purse in my sleeping bag. I walked down the street, and then around a few blocks. I looked around, alot of boys were around. Like.. Alot. I kept walking, when one had started to follow me. I kept checking behind me, noticing the boy was getting faster, and faster, and faster. He was catching up to me rather fast. I eventually picked up my legs, and started to run, away from him, and so did he. After that, I felt a thump. On my leg. His hands were held tight around my ankle, and I gave out a scream. "Get off me, you freak!" He kept pulling at my ankle, and my other leg had given in, after his attempt to trip me over with one of his legs. I closed my eyes, as I fell to the floor, and opened up to see him picking me up in his arms, slinging me onto his shoulder. I punched at his back, screaming all sort of things. The other boys just stared, and praised the man who had me on his shoulder. 
We eventually arrived at a skanky house, and he took me inside, and dumped me on a big bed. He snickered at me. He went into the other room, after locking the only door out of here. I smacked my hands against the door. "You can't do this! I'm only 15!" I kept screaming, "Let me out!" "My brother is SO gonna' kill you!" I crawled into a corner, after like 10 minutes of screaming, and heard the door knob turn. I stared up, in hope, and the man was back. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, and had a light beard, with spiky hair, had a tattoo around his neck, and shabby looking. The way he looked, scared me. Anyway, he started to come towards me, with a small grin, and grabs my hips, and forces me onto the bed.  
He stares at my eyes, while his hands are at my back, and working at my bra. My skin starts to shake, terrified, as he takes off my top, my bra going with it. Then he pulls off my trousers, tugging on my knickers with it, and pulls them both off, and I shiver, my hands covering my 'lady bits'.. As I do, he takes off his own clothes, and stands there, naked. He grabs my wrists, and forces them away, and looks down at me. "Mmm.." He peaks out of his mouth, and I just stare, scared half to death, and he kisses me naked, and starts to suck my neck, causing a bruise. As he does, he pulls his hands, and lifts my bum up, and starts to rub against it, and I try to keep the moans in. He works his mouth upto my lips, and tries to put his tongue in there, but I block him out. He squeezes my ass the tightest it could go, and I open my mouth, gasping. He forces his tongue in and investigates around his mouth. As this is all happening, his dick is rubbing against my pussy, and the feeling starts to throb inside. He lets his tongue out and whispers, "I love you. So.. So.. Much." I stare at him, and I kiss him back, flattered, and I put my hands on his back. He moves his fingers around my pussy, and rubs around the clit, then presses all of his three fingers in, with no warning. He pulls them out, then back in, at a fast pace. I crunch my teeth together in pain and pleasure. It hurt, but it gave me pleasure, and I soon started to feel wet. I looked at him, and he stared at me, and nodded. He kissed my neck, then my chest, kissing each hard nipple on my breasts, and then sucked them, one at the time, like he no breath to loose. After that, he used his other hand, and his two fingertips surrounding each hard nipple, and squeezing them. He starts to kiss on my navel, then at my opening to my clit, and uses his lips to open it, inviting his tongue in. As soon as his tongue went in, he removed his fingers, and pushed it straight in there. I gasped for air, as he kept his tongue at a faster pace than what his fingers was. He then started to eat at my pussy, and each gasp I gave was a gasp of pleasure. I was soon coming to climax, and he then moved his fingers to her ass, and stuffed two fingers in there. I looked at him, as he stopped licking me out, but kept fingering, and he said to me, "Ready for me yet, darling?" I nodded, in the mood of pleasure, and he moved ontop of me, and grabbed his dick, and rubbed the head over my pussy. I looked at him, wondering why he hasn't put it in yet, "Put it in then?" "Are you a virgin, may I ask?" He blurted out, I looked at him, and nodded. He smirked, like he had a plan for that, and stuffed it in. As he did, he went the furthest he could go, before he pushed out, and went at a very fast speed. I was in pain, more than I was in pleasure. He didn't slow down, he just kept going faster. He kept my hands down, as he was, and his stamina looked great, with this. He looked at me, and didn't care that I was in massive pain. I was screeching. He stopped for a moment, pulled it out, and stared at me, "Don't move." I didn't move, as he looked under the bed, and pulled out a box, and had warned me that if I looked, he'd hurt me. So I didn't look, I just stared straight at the ceiling, and he took my wrists, and lifted them above my head. I stared at him, and what he had in his hands. He had handcuffs, and was attaching her to the bed. "What're you doing?!" I screamed out at him, and he said, "Darling, it's just incase you try to run off after this, when we fall asleep." I looked at him, and the care went off my head, and I shrugged. He relaxed ontop of me, and put his dick inside my pussy again, going at a faster pace than the time before. I was screaming, in pain, but also in pleasure. I was getting closer to hitting climax, and as he went at the fast pace, he rubbed his hands against my boobs, squeezing them, rubbing them, pleasuring me. After about five minutes, my pussy felt tired, overworked, and in alot of pain. I looked at him, he was still going at that pace, and I stuttered, "C-C-Can we s-s-stop?" I looked at him, but he ignored me, and he kept going. I yelled at him to stop. He just slapped my face, and kept going, and I started to beg, pain in my voice, "Can y-you please.. s-stop? Your hurting me.."  
Eventually, he got out of me, and left me there, naked, wet, blood leaking out, in tears, and pain, and stared at me. "Right.. Now a bit more's incoming, for nagging in my ear while I was getting pleasure." He said to me, and I stared, in fear. I tried to move my hands, but the chains clinked against eachother, while he got a long bendy slithery thing, and a few machines. He hooked up some of the machines to the plugs, and placed them on the bedside table, and kept the slithery thing in his hand. He whispered to me, "Remember, I love you." As soon as he finished whispering, he sent the slithery thing at me, and whipped my legs. I screeched in pain, and he kept doing it to me, making me beg and scream in pain. I was getting all bloodied, and I felt sincere pain as the whip had touched my skin. He done it for a good half hour, then grabbed a machine, and stuck it by my pussy. He looked at me, grinning, and stuffed it in. I was wide-eyed, gasping in pain. He switched the machine on, and it started to vibrate inside me. He kept digging, and it hurt alot. The vibration was twisting the weak skin inside, and I was trying to break free of the handcuffs, in utter pain, and he stared at me as he did it. He kept telling me that he loved me, and that he'd always treat me special. After the torture had ended, he left me there, weak, in pain, tired, and eventually I fell asleep, with wet tears and sobs through the night.     
 
 
 Publication Date: October 9th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-courtney1239