1. Calm down and cooperate


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Black, Male/Female, Rape, Reluctance, Written by women, Author: Jesa124, Rating: 77.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Elizabeth fished her key out of her purse, waving at her upstairs neighbors who waved back before walking into their home. She walked around the staircase to her front door catching her reflection in her neighbor-across-the-way's kitchen window. Elizabeth was 5’3, porcelain skinned, slender, had long blonde hair, blue almond shaped eyes and lush pink lips. Most girls she knew that were her size were toned, tanned and perfect. Not her. She was all curves with a 38DD chest, a nice heart shaped butt and soft peaches and cream skin. Balancing one of the paper bags full of groceries on her knee, she unlocked the deadbolt. The door swung open and she readjusted her hold on the bags. A carton of juice jumped out of the bag and spilled all over the threshold and her doormat. “Ah, Crap!” She muttered and quickly raced into the kitchen, setting the bags and her purse on the counter. She grabbed a handful of paper towels and hurried back to the spill. “Don’t scream.” The deep timbre of a man’s voice said from the doorway, aiming a small pistol at her chest. She gasped, recognizing him. He was the man who let her jump ahead of him in the checkout line and who had ran after her in the parking lot when she left her wallet behind at the register. She had smiled politely and thanked him. She didn't think she was sending any signals, she was just being polite and friendly as she had been raised to do. Could he have sensed that at the time, she had thought that he was good looking? She had ...
    noticed that he was tall, dark, muscular, full lips, nice smile, hair cut in a close fade and dark brown eyes that were nearly as dark as his skin, but she never said or did anything that would encourage this pursuit. Now as he kicked the door shut, never taking his eyes -or gun- off of her, she just thought he looked incredibly dangerous. Her adrenaline was pumping at top speed and terror raced freely through her veins. Calm down and cooperate . She took a steadying breath, forcing herself not to break down in hysterics like she wanted. “Go.” He said gesturing with his gun to the living room. She turned gently, peeking over her shoulder when they were in the living room. He motioned for her to move to the end of couch and he moved to the chair closest to it. “Sit.” She lowered herself down onto the couch slowly, watching him as he sat down. He was wearing a grey zip up jacket over a grey T-shirt that was tight over his broad chest and dark jeans. Calm and unblinking, his dark eyes watched at her steadily and she felt it fray at her already strained nerves. She had heard somewhere that it was psychologically harder for a person to kill or harm a captive if the captive remains "human" in the captor's eyes. She swallowed the knot of fear in her throat and spoke. “I’m Elizabeth.” She said softly, hoping for a name in return but he looked at her stonily. Her anxiety rising, she moved on. “Can I get you something to drink?” She wanted to show him kindness and hopefully get his DNA at ...
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