Amethyst Deflowered

Her name was Amethyst, named after the birthstone for the month of February, most people simply called her "Tess." It was the only thing her mother ever gave her, the name. Her coal black hair and violet eyes made the name make more sense, seeing as she was born in September. Tess grew up with her grandparents, her mother, often referred to as a whore, was just 14 when she had gotten pregnant with Tess. Soon after her birth, her mother had ran away and she was left with her strict, close-minded grandparents to raise. Grams and Gramps reminded her constantly of the sinful way she was brought into this world, of the dangers men brought to young women. She attended church 4 times a week, Sunday mornings, Sunday evenings, Wednesday evenings, and Thursday youth group. She never cut her hair or wore pants, only long dresses and skirts that went to her ankles. Tess was constantly teased through out school, for her type of dress and mousy personality. High school was much worse, girls her age were having sex with boys her age and she was labeled a tease, or an ice queen. Never allowed to date, or receive phone calls from the opposite sex, she led a sheltered, innocent life.

Upon turning 18, she happily moved out of her grandparents house with the earnings she had saved from the part time job she held the last 3 years. Tess had barely spent a dime, waiting for the day she could escape her grandparent's critical looks and strict ways. She didn't earn a lot as a waitress at the local drive inn restaurant, but planned to move into management and work full time after completing high school. The tiny apartment she rented was one large room, with a small kitchen, bathroom and closet. Second hand stores and yard sales became her means of furnishing her new home. Tess accumulated a hide-a-bed sofa, small TV, and a few small tables that didn't quit match. She was proud of her new life, starting over.

When she started wearing blue jeans to work, and cut a few inches off her long, waist length hair, she felt more like her own person. She smiled more, and hence made more tips. The boss gave her the night shift management job, and she thought things were just going to keep going her way. Though she didn't have the guts to accept any of her recent date offers, even those from familiar regulars at the restaurant, she knew she would one day, when she was ready. 18 years of fear instilled in her from her grandparents kept her on her guard whenever men approached her. She was determined not to end up like her mother, young, unmarried, and pregnant.

Tess came home late every night, the restaurant closing at midnight, she stayed until it was cleaned up, paperwork done, deposit made, and all the other employees safely gone before she locked up and headed home herself. The bicycle she rode back in forth every day would do for now, but she'd have to save up for a used car before the weather turned cold. Wheeling her 10 speed to her front door she unlocked it and headed inside. Flicking on the lights, she then stripped out of her clothing and headed for the shower. After a long time under the hot, steamy water, she slipped on her robe, not bothering to comb out her hair tonight, and tucked herself into her hide-a-bed. Lights out and crickets singing in the distance, she fell into a self-satisfying slumber.

A few hours later, a noise jolted her from her dreams. Tess went to click the lamp beside the bed on, nothing. 'Light bulb blew' she thought, sitting up and looking around. Nothing. She chided herself for being such a wimp and laid back down. Moments later she felt a weight on her bed followed by a hand covering her mouth. She grabbed at the wrist, trying to pull it off her face, and screaming against it. "Do as I say and I won't have to hurt you" came a deep voice out of the darkness. Still gripping at his arm, she struggled to sit up, he held her down easily with his one strong limb. Tess could see his head now, covered in a black ski mask, peering at her with the most intense blue eyes. They were cold as steel, piercing as they stared at her hungrily. "You want to do this the hard way huh?" came the deep , threatening voice. His hand moved away but was quickly replaced by a large piece of duct tape. A loud ripping noise echoed through the apartment before the next piece of tape was wrapped around her wrists. Eyes wide with terror, she twisted and turned, trying to wiggle free.

He straddled her, his weight keeping her in place. She could almost feel him grinning at her behind his mask. Blacked, gloved hands gripped both sides of her robe, tearing it open to reveal her perk, white breasts. He inhales sharply, then whistled , "Your more beautiful then I had imagined." Wiggling and hitting him with her bound fists, she got him to take his eyes off her body for a moment. Another ripping sound and her bound wrists were taped to the top bar of the hide-a-bed. She pulled against the bar, hopelessly struggling for freedom, Tess's mind raced. He backed up off her for a moment, completely opening her thin robe. He drank her in, bit by bit, studying each curve and angle of her body. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, willing herself to ignore the scrutiny.

When he removed his black leather gloves, and began to run his hands over the sides of her tiny body, she couldn't stand it. Tess wiggled and whimpered against her gag. This seemed only to encourage him. He lifted himself off the bed, undressed except for his ski mask, and returned. The soft light from the bathroom illuminated his body. The very first naked man's body she had ever seen. Sure, she knew where babies came from, but had never seen such instruments of reproduction. He was tall, at least half a foot taller than her 5'5 frame, and big, perhaps 175 pounds compared to her tiny 110. His penis, long, thick, erect seemed to be pointing at her, choosing her. Hot tears sprang to her eyes and ran zig-zagged paths down her cheeks.

"Shhhh, little one" came the deep voice, as he settled himself next to her on the creaking mattress., stroking her black hair away from her face. She turned her face away from him, staring at the front door. It was so close, but undeniably unreachable. He seemed undeterred as he caressed her soft face with the back of his hand. Moving downwards, touching her lightly as a feather, he traced the out line of her collar bone, between her breast, around her breast, down her taunt, flat tummy, reaching for what was hidden behind the mounds of black curls. She squirmed again, whimpering against duct tape. Forcing her legs open by prying apart her knees with both strong hand, he settled himself between her legs, breathing her in. Eyes closed and fists clenched, she tried uselessly to close her legs.

A tongue touched her lightly on her clit, and she tried to jump away. A low chuckle was his response before he continued his assault. Next, he lapped her pussy, first slow, teasing, then deeper, jabbing his tongue into her. He tasted her, treasured her. Then he began to insert one finger into her tight, virgin, hole. He felt her stretching, adjusting to this invasion. He worked the finger in and out, as her body responded on it's own, lightly lubing his way. Another finger was added, in the same manner. Finally, a third, Tess felt as if she was stretched to her limit. The awkward pain / pleasure made her want to move away, to stop the unknown from happening. He continued to finger fuck her, licking her clit from time to time, until he felt she was ready for him.

Crouching between her legs, steeling her open for him with his knees, he began to guide his rock hard cock into her damp, tight pussy. Slowly pressing the head in, giving her body a moment to accept him, he then pushed further and further until he reached her hymen. Pulling out slightly, he leaned down to whisper a warning into her ear. "This will hurt, but only for a moment, if you relax and let it happen, it will be much easier on you.." Hatred stabbed at him from her violet eyes, she pulled at her binds as one last act of defiance. He shook his head, and began to push himself deeper into her. She could feel herself tearing, burning, as he continued. Suddenly, with one hard thrust, he broke through her hymen, and into her soul. The pain was intense, she screamed against her gag, pulling wildly against the duct tape around her wrists. He leaned down again, saying huskily, "I'm sorry, my sweet, it had to be done. Relax now and let me make you feel better." . His hard cock pumped into her swollen, bleeding pussy, faster and faster now. She could feel the pain slowly die away, replace with a tingling, an incredible dizzy sensation. As she forced herself to lay back, waiting for it to end, he continued. Grabbing her hips, he brought her waist upwards to meet his every thrust. God! She was so tight, she felt so good!

Using his thumb in a circular motion, he massaged her clit as he fucked her harder and harder. His balls bouncing off her tight ass, sweat pouring down his face under the ski mask. She was responding and that made him more determined. Pussy getting wetter, he could feel the slick juice on his dick. She felt it too, unsure of what was happening, but knowing it was too late to stop it. An intensity was building within her, increasing with every stroke of him. Her head lolled back and forth, her hips coming up to meet his thrusts on their own now. Suddenly her eyes flew open, she was sure she was about to explode as she had her first, amazing orgasm. Feeling her pussy clench up around him, squeezing him, milking him, he could hold out no longer.

With a mighty roar, he threw back his head and came. Thick, white, cum, filling her up, splashing against her cervix. Continuing to pump slower, as his orgasm faded, he looked down at her. Tess opened her eyes, cautiously, and found his piercing , ice blue ones staring back at her. He read the shame and embarrassment, making a lame attempt to remove blame. "This wasn't your fault, it was mine. I watched you for so long, wanted you for so long, I couldn't help myself. I needed to do this. Maybe now that I've had you, I'll be able to get you out of my head.." She looked away again, not wanting to hear anymore.

Her assailant moved off the bed, the mattress creaking loudly in the silent apartment. He dressed, then pulled out a shiny, silver knife. Tess thought for a moment that he meant to kill her now, but he used it to cut her free. Rubbing her wrists, she then ripped the duct tape from her mouth and pulled her blankets up to her chin. She watched him walk to the door, open it, turning around to look at her one last time, before he disappeared into the night, leaving her confused, defiled, and alone.