Saskia - My First anal rape (REPOST)

It was a bright early morning and I had just walked out the door with my father for a long walk. We did this often over school holidays but I hadn?t been going with lately since I?d been going to parties nearly every evening and sleeping over at most to ensure that my mother wouldn?t arrive at whatever time to find me dancing naked on a table in the middle of a fireplace with a Guinness quart in my hand. As odd as this sounds, my friends and I got pretty fucked up when we were drunk and this was not something that any of us would want our parents to know.
As we walked up a particularly long and steep hill, my dad changed the conversation to something I was not expecting. ?Adam, today we?re not just going to be walking.? He started to explain. ?What do you mean by that?? I asked quite curiously. ?You?re seventeen in less than a month and you?re still whipped on that Saskia girl. We need to get you over this, so I?ve arranged a little surprise for you..? I thought this over for the next couple of minutes.
I?d liked this girl since the end of my primary school years and she?d known it, but always given me rejection and a very cold treatment. She?d done many bad things to me in the many years, to the extent of me needing to go and see a psychiatrist for a while, but I?d always still loved her for whatever stupid reason. I knew it, my father obviously did, she did too, but she just kept on with her hurtful games.
?We?re here,? my dad said, pointing towards a large house. This was where one of our family friends, Matt, lived. He worked as a pharmacist back then, but there were other uses for his potions he?d found over the years. As we walked in, Matt greeted us both and we all walked in to a large but very dark lounge where he had a selection of substances in pharmaceutical containers set out next to a bag. ?Now, you know where she lives I presume?? Matt asked. ?Yes,? I said, guessing he was already in on the plan. ?Just around the corner up on Mason drive.? I explained. ?Good, then let?s get cracking.? he concluded.
10 minutes later, we were all parked in a large van in a park across the road from where Saskia lived, false number plates stuck on and the windows tinted. Matt explained that he had some P.I?s on the job for my dad and they?d explained the daily routine. Her older brother would drive off to his girlfriend?s house for the day and her parents and younger sister would leave for the family butchery in town, 30 miles from here. Saskia would be here until late afternoon and then friends would pick her up and they would head to the nearest party. Just as predicted, everyone but Saskia left the house.
Matt drove up to the front of the park, into some bushes and then told us to wait. He got out and walked toward the house, rang the doorbell and then stood there for a couple of minutes. Eventually Saskia made her way out and they chatted for a couple of minutes before she dumbly opened the main gate and let Matt into the house. Not 2 minutes later, Matt called my father and told us to bring the van to the driveway.
Back home, in the garage, Matt opened up the backdoor to the van to reveal a tied up, blinded and obviously very groggy Saskia. He motioned for me to pick her up and then took me up to what I usually used as a guest room, but what now turned out to be a rapist?s dreamworld. He left me in there with Saskia and told me that he and my dad were off for a beer at the pub. I threw her onto a bed In the middle of the room and walked over to the window, watching my father and Matt back out and drive off in the direction of the nearest pub. I turned back with a dark smile on my face to find Saskia slowly regaining full consciousness.
While she was still quite immobile, I began to undress her. She was a very pretty girl with a body that guys would trip over their own foot for at any given second. Blonde, shoulder length hair with blue eyes, B cup tits, an ass to die for and the legs of a true ballet dancer. I ripped her shirt in half and ran my hand down the small of her back, making her shiver and give out a low moan. Next was her bra, a blue see-through one which I snapped off very easily. Next, I tied her arms to the bedposts with some rope Matt had ...


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